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Message:	: : : : Yo, get your lazy ___ off the flo and hand me the mic. Watch me get vicoius with it, when I turn off the lights. No introduction, blastin automatics. I dare all who come test me, let me get at it. Cuz I'm the quietest, except when it comes to my rhymes. Spit bars full of ______, you be stealin my lines. And I only come once, I'm a rare of a kind. You see me in your head, but then you'll get blind. Since I'm known as the Phoenix that be burnin inside. Livin in dark lairs, you know who'll you find. But you better watch out, when I tear down the skies. Dimensional gate where your only fate lies. Screams that cover a hurtful cry. I'm outta your league, I'm not from yur time. So I'm tellin yall now, watch as I shine... Reborn as a Phoenix that'll make your heart grind... : : : Bitch you aint shit, youll be better off suckin my daddys dick, they called you phoenix, but they aint hooked on it, you would of been better off spitting on the dumpster, cause my flows be ringing up yo head like a brand new number, wouldnt nobody wanna still yo rhymes, it seems like u just made up that shit cause you were running out time. when i blaze u im ripping the truth and my fows is so wicked they should call me vudo, see im coming through and im breaking all the rules dude, my flows is so cole' they started calling me ice cube, im making it big in this world that they call mine, you lyrics would of been better off running into a stop sign, you already know its nothing when i rip cats, cause i get on yo head like a brand new sixers hat, its total chaos and if yall some real m.c's step up to me, you might cant,cause most people cling to me like beyonce and jay z : : : : number two : : you can catch me banging reefa in the streets, im running this shit as if it was a track meet, and you say you the shit nigga lets be foreal, i put yo head on some money like benjamin on a bill, i toss all sorts even the ones that claim they insane, i have they nigga up all night ridin em like homeless on trains, they trying to figure me out like this was charades, but this is far from a muthafuckin kiddie ass game, call me hugh heifner cause im quick to pull out my thang, i stay equipped with the clips on my hips and i aint talking about the ones that carry cell phones im talking the ones that a have yo memory gone bitch dont test me cause im sweet like nestle that shit that you talking dont even impress me, keep talking shit this pistol is what you gone admire, i put one in yo ass then switch the scence like doubt fire...im the shit.