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Very particular set of skills and they taken

When I’m in the booth, it’s proof who got the iller rhymes

That means with me the facts are undisputed

When I’m serving up this music

Verse One

The Consist, heat like an arsonist

I’m done with the hardships, elite diagnostics

Precise with it, chopsticks, magic like card tricks

Potent like it’s arsenic, but smooth like guitar strings

Alert when alarms ring, the beat-making, rhyme-slaying

Street shaking, concave in your chest, keep playing its the D

I bring the L.I.G.H.T with a vocal rеsolution applied in HD

Designed by еighteen, a style you ain’t heard in while

I make dreams come true with a skip and a smile

I stay clean, no curses, no need to be vile and obscene

I was just a child when I defined my destiny

Declined a deputy, I don’t need em’ next to me to enshrine my legacy

I’m a different kinda’ beast with the finest pedigree

So you ain’t gone find nobody like this instead of me

Cos’ so lately I got a flow stately

So don’t hate me when your folks rate me, cos so innately

I can take a set words and put em’ back to back

And know precisely where they take me

Another stratosphere with another status there

And apparatus, yeah, that got me on the palace chair

So bring your battle gear cos’ I can take your challenges

But be prepared for me to show you what the English language is

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Verse Two

Now for my next trick you can take your best pick

I still got your cards marked, supremely majestic

Routinely forensic, I got bars like the Vegas strip

These rappers got less yards than a fragrance strip

They ain’t been making no deposits like a payment slip

So there’s no point in staying close in relationship

We ain’t friends this is barely an acquaintanceship

Jumping off? Let help me with installation tips

So start here and count sixteen bars

But don't come with nothing less than the sixteen cards

Of Jack, King, Queen, Ace

It’s gonna take a lot more than you’re bringing to keep pace

And you can have as many stabs in the dark, but each case

You bound to miss the target yo’

Every attempt is swept under the carpet

So take heed to the dopest MC

I’m so cold dawg, I’m bout’ to make your Doberman freeze

And rappers falling off like this is October and leaves

Don’t have to do much to have your thoughts sobering, jeez!

I get my gusto from brother and my strength from my pops

But they both gone now, so this is where the buck stops

Funky DL, funky like you just don’t know

So take them raps off them beats cos’ they just don’t go

I suggest go slow, or maybe just no show

Cos’ standing next to the best of the best is so no

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