this was originally gonna go off passwords verse for alpha's cypher
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he said he'll have you poppin painkillers like michael jack did
get back quick, aint no one nicer on the mic wit this rap shit
battle plans drawn a ghost in the night wit tactics
exact hits sendin you home put you right in the casket
mess wit center ya life'l pass quick like an arachnid-
just sucked all ya blood - flows slice like a knife wit acid
turnin everything you previously thought was tight to ashes
i write classics ya flows look more like dykes wit glasses
when i spit its white flashes, thunder and lightnin passes
strike the masses wit the strength of the titans clashin
got beef? polite in askin cut off a slice and pass it
ya flow's more up and down then the price of gas is
center the type on the mic to spark and ignite gasses
let you think ya takin off and laugh as ya flight crashes
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just a little somethin
