Gift of Gab Illogic

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Now when I wreck, I aim for the brain like Tecs
After the slug dejects and the hammer resets
A status check of determinants, I battle its best
Your last breath
Comes at having your lungs ripped out of your chest
Niggas, I bet you can't fathom the lyrical fangasm
Wicked enough to make a dead mans hand spasm
The arch-nemesis, an artist with venomous
Mind-arsenal to start the sales in you heart diminishing
Don't need no hard-finishing to keep friends replenishing
My style's hard, like splinters in your ligaments
So forgetting shit, I'm hitting kids so hard in they nose
But they brain will blow the muscles, strip away from they bones
I'm anger-prone, you niggas couldn't hang with a rope
I'm strangling niggas for trying to bang without a .44
You couldn't see me with fiber-optics, top of the shelf
Cause I battle in front of mirrors and I can't see myself
I'm feindin' for help, me and Illogic bringing skilled topics
Making you feel nauseous while B keeps real floppin'
No need for pill popping, weed keeps my grill dropping
The sharpest skip to ever rip these pussies silk stockings
You catp is Kid-Rocking, just on the deal, jock it
Then your cat picks an option when trying to steal hot shit