Released on January 1, 2012

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[Verse One]

A lot of these rappers they wanna brag

See they got a big head but they ain't got a big onion bag

Meaning testicles, don't ever try to test the flow

My timing is timeless, my wordplay is impeccable

I'ma disrespect you though

And I have to let you know

N.O.K. is the fam and you know that I rep it yo

On a higher level giving all you niggas vertigo

Test if you want but you defeating the purpose though

Name is Mykill Miers I'm the king of the murder flow

Metaphors samurai sword that'll hurt you though

Thuggery is virtual, you gangsta on the nigga net

Put the mic through your windpipe, I'm 'bout to slit your neck

Slicing and dicing, I'm Tyson in his prime

The nicest on the mic yo I'm precise with a rhyme

And I'm

Carson's finest

You rewind this

Hemisfear's behind this


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You wanna front what? Jump up and get buck

If you're feeling lucky duck then press ya luck


[Verse Two]

Pass the mic, I take flight like an astronaut

I'll blast a lot whether I if I got cash or not

I got a master pot to make a faster knot

A legendary knight to slice Sir Lancelot

Infect you with a disease, let the cancer rot

Kick you in the crotch, grown rappers that dance a lot

I ain't from Houston but you know that I Rap-A-Lot

MC's talk trash they get they Adam's Apple shot

I'm Chris Paul to y'all when I pass the rock

Or like Pau Gasol with an accurate shot

Or like Jason Statham when I'm blasting a Glock

I'm mind blowing when I'm blowing out the back of your knot

You're doper than me? You know damn well that you're not

How you running streets, you're not even the man on your block

A one man gang, you and your man can get dropped

A runaway train nigga and I can't be stopped


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[Verse Three]

A lot of niggas talk a good game

But I be on the push man I'm really not playing

These rap cats on the mic really got slain

Crossing my path is like walking in front of a plane

All that remains is bone and blood stains

Yo, it ain't a thang I don't roll with a gang

I roll with assassins that are military trained

That kill from long range put bullets in your brain

Give me a beer and a black and I act a fool

I grab the pen like a mac then I blast a fool

These young cats wear funny clothes like they ass is cool

The teacher is teaching so send they ass back to school

Ha, they got more learning to do

'Bout to head up overseas got more earning to do

Ha, the minute that I came in the do'

I had to let you know that I kill it with the flow yo


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