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Shitting blood.

Ever lasting the massive action on blasting never talking trash and class is shown, more flow like the ocean hits the shore, the core of art of war from Kuwait, blade no grams use to sling with my fam, but my cousins are still in the kitchen, I am not pitching, when it is beef the trigger finger is itching, crab cats I am ditching, stack the math, for my peeps I clear the path, the wrath of the god strikes hard in fact, the mack that trap ass rappers and clap front of their moms and I from the streets and still keep the beats smooth and raps rugged, thug cats are bugged, what the fuck, do not front you still can get stuck, I am all about bucks, I see crazy ducks stuck, and the minds are struck and no fine luck, Irak represent, No time to get bent, still innovate to see more flavors on my dinner plate, winner takes it all, mad soul got my sisters, this mister is self made, flow fluid like crushed grapes, dust weights a ton I am shipping the raw, some times I front like what the fuck I am I doing this for, then I forget about the core of art of war, I still want more, I am utilizing the proper weapons so, moet flow, get set bro, fuck death treats though, I sweat mean chicken, green hitting, I use the rubber to do a mean kitten, my thuns with foul fiends and stick kids for cream, we are all chasing the American dream, it seems harsh, like shitting blood, 

Like an Interlude.

massive action like blasting bombs in Bagdad, the mad cats want hard hits so I come with the proper dosage of the bomb spit, clam kid to drop for props that generate dollars, some are weight of a paper plate talking mad trash, ass rappers are about to be cast away like volly balls, you lame cats off with dragging phillies though, I am bringing the ill rapping like gat clapping what else can happen, I not trapped with silly hill billies or weird ass willies, claiming that they wanna kill me over their girl, I not stapped and I am not easy to get at, I would not break a sweat, of the death treats, I buck raps like Brooklyn heads bust shots to put their hood on the map, I am from Far Rockaway, where the beats and rhymes are laced with flavor, paper chase ain't nutting to amazed about what the hunger pains will do it is for sure about my clout, the New York City foul route, popping Stout and never stop for Jake no doubt, get ate up like Saur kraut, strike like thunder in the day time on your fucking dome, freaking clone, seeking home in my hood, we get rid of outsiders for good, I used to stand between the crowd like an Interlude,