[Bigg Jus]

I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks

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Pole position my verbal contact no life support

We'll maintain position lift off to ignition

Frequency feedback provide ammunition

The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ

When the energy starts to fornicate that's when I punch through

All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max

It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack

Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that

My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south

Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route

Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson

Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson

You couldn't locate my synthy format using LoJack

Bitch I'm all that

Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls' back

In fact black the injection of my lethal status

Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter

You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider

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Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem

The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal

Like a African disease killer people

And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling

Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters

The Krazy Kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4

It's been rated combustible

Computer animated T2

Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue

When taking away what little time that I got

The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot