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AlerG:
well if hip-hop has been cancered i'm here to cure-it/
you underestimated the love for H.E.R at it's purest/
what's with the family, leaving back the step-children/
in the next-building, shooting till there's noone left-killing/
the world's been put in a choke-slam, and programmed/
and i'm about ta flip, it ain't helping, the radio's playing a slow-jam/
my flow-stands at it's best at least to-this-date/
this fucken weaponry can easily make you lose-your-fate/
or shoot-your-tastebuds out the back-of-your-neck/
and have your adam's apple slip through the crack-of-your-deck/
told the kids not to play-around-the-pool/
add some chlorine to the water as i'm laying-down-these-fools/

peace.

AlerG:
i'm a bring em out dead whether onyx like-it-or-not/
i'm like a tree in time square watch me light-up-the-spot/
i'm lethal spitten lyrics, turn a mic-to-a-glock/
and watch your family run from these trifling-shots/
you can see me-and-mouse run free-in-ya-house/
motherfucker steps up, we put three-in-ya-spouse/
we want the kraft dinner, onion rings and weed-then-we-out/
where i positined myself you ain't seeing-my-clout/
i'm the type of motherfucker that robs-and-steals/
put out the dopest shit ever, and never copps-a-deal/
while these pussy motherfuckers lic shots-and-sqeal/
i hear about it on the news and it does not-appeal/
next time i hear you talk about keep-it-real/
i'm a unload this bitch and put three-in-ya-grill/
and anybody in the way of the spree'll-be-killed/
so be a sport motherfucker, put me-in-ya-will/

peace.

'Illicit':
damn this is hot.  this is gettin good.

keep on comin

AlerG:
you munch-on my rhymes i heat up to keep your lunch-warm/
the king piece in the chess game so i crush-pawns/
so fuck off joining a cypher with nothin-to-show/
plus bluffin-ya-flow eat emcees like something-to-go/
you mickey d's rapper, fuck the math i'm coming-after/
and fuck cash money i'm number one stunning-rappers/
who ain't got shit on they mind, spit-on-they-tomb/
open there mother eight months, shit-on-they-womb/
listen-to-you, caught in an allergic reaction/
fuck the bleach i'm a use detergent-to-blast-em/
but time to move forward fuck the side-step/
live more die-less, and i ain't even start to ride-yet/

peace.

AlerG:
we got hellish hunger, which means heaven ain't even close-to-me/
no remorse for the dude opposin-me, watch me go-and-eat/
low-emcees, south paws aimed at the south-pole/
in a bout-fold, or i'm a knock you out-cold/
severe punishment, understand i'm runnin-shit/
glocks with double-clips, make you trip out fumble-and-slip/
on these frozen metaphores, i got better-lines/
i'm higher callibre, so that means i'm spitten some meta-fives/
whatever you do, i jinx-it/
fuck the sphinx's, muthafuckas ain't even stepped to the ring-yet/
but when you do i'll be waiting-for-ya/
losing my hair on a track because i gotta keep my patience-stored-up/

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