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PoeticJustice:
(trade killaz)
I roll like a Made-Killer, ya got jealous and bitch out caus i Came-Iller/
The Fame-Spiller, ask me to spit 'heat' so ima Flame-Spitter/
Call me the keystyle 'cable' caus i 'Conneted-This-Connection'/
Wanna get rid of my agression? i'll Disect-Ya-Oppresion/
Some try to Accuse-Me-Of-Stuff, now im Amused-By-U-Fucks/
Defused-U-With-Bucks, ya bunch of 'gooses', ima Confuse-U-With-'Ducks'/
Im back to Sit-On-My-Throne, and Rip-The-Microphone/
Split-Up-Ya-Home, come at ya armed with a mic and Spit-Off-The-Dome/

NoT:
I shatter bones, my rhymes get spat over telephones ~
Cross country, cuz cat ain't heard shit like mine before ~
Rock mics! From Van-City to T-dot I cause fights ~
Between record label cat's lookin' for N-o-Time's rights ~

Reef:
step back and watch gareefa's rhymes fuckin ignite//
my sick thoughts blacker than the darkest nights//
knockin off wannabes at my own expense//
every crime i commit is instantly turned to a capital offence//
i jus take this shit, got no fuckin defence//
the heat an pressure every day is immense//
an then u wounder why i explode in yo' face//
fuck u, this damage is classed collateral//
go so deep i am the only member of the multilateral species//

techniec:
species, get ya face covered in feces/
spit 10 bullets, and you'll catch the Top 6 like Teecee/
macks and minis/
unauthorized verbal barrage/
drop science like infini/
yellow tape seal off ya garage/
open ya mind to my lyrics, absorb the funk/
lyrics that go down sweeter, than honey dipped blunts/
pump the pump,
one-shot-at-a-time/
im hot-with-my-rhyme/
you Fallin like Alicia Keys, when Im-poppin-the-nine/

NoT:
I'm vicious, I'll tear out all your ligaments with my teeth ~
It'd take half of you to take NoT (OH, AT LEAST!) ~
I'm getting my tracks off my teeth, then just spitting "bars" ~
Yeah, I rock the braces, one "punch" and all biters be seeing stars ~

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