Streets disciple, my rap's a trifle
I shoot 'em out my brain like a slug from a rifle
Stampede. I leave the microphone split.
Play Mr. Tuffy like I'm on some Pretty Tone .
Verbal assassin; my architect pleases.
When I was 12, I went to for snuffin' Jesus.
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America.
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria.
My troops roll up with a strange force.
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source.
Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard.
Put on a bulletproof; I strike hard.
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan,
And hanging s like the Ku Klux Klan.
I melt mics till the sound waves over.
Before stepping to me you rather step to Jehova.
Slamming MCs to the cement,
Cause verbally, I'm iller than an AIDS patient.
I move swift and uplift
Your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin sniper, speakin real words.
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's.
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard.
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God.
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic.
My voice box locks and excels like a rocket.
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