| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn | |
| I drop math in ya path and rock on | |
| Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise | |
| For you to try battlin me would be unwise 65 cause seven days of the week so | |
| You don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone | |
| Call me critical the disc jockey, the | |
| B side kickin | |
| Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken | |
| Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels | |
| Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin | |
| The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist | |
| I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess | |
| With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker | |
| The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker | |
| Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted | |
| Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted | |
| Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces | |
| Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis | |
| Buryin secarian | |
| MCs when the scratch is torn | |
| Direct other rappers can't **** with the natural born | |
| I never face the same ginet that | |
| Romeo faces | |
| Cause I'm too concerned with my | |
| Enhomeostasis | |
| The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips | |
| You'll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipse | |
| With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say | |
| They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey | |
| Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades | |
| Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades | |
| Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong | |
| Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song | |
| Dire straits reminising back to prior dates | |
| Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place | |
| To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage | |
| The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page | |
| Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please | |
| Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve | |
| The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective | |
| Because the dream was no longer cost effective | |
| Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul | |
| To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'all | |
| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn | |
| I drop math in ya path and rock on | |
| Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise | |
| For you to try battlin me would be unwise | |
| From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn | |
| I drop math in ya path and rock on | |
| Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise | |
| For you to try battlin me would be unwise |
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