Black Belt Jones Lukah
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[Verse:]
Analize this modern mastermind you know the time
My lines are calamine pass the Columbine
I release before I undermine Einstein ,devising these rhymes
On what you can't define emcees they ain't saying shit
They too busy dancing like pantomimes
Spit the Byzantine this the blood that drips down the vines
So sublime where scripted minds I produced and a dime
Idle minds fresh out the shrine
My name you should Milan is by the Cao clan
Now grip it like fuck [the pork rinds ??], [Crystal Landers ??]
Flow so intense, but also tuckering
Nondetachable was meant look at me I'm [at your ??] God descend
Raw content I present whenever I invent
A rooted out cement unbent, I had to circumvent the 10%
Peace to the people 'cause I'm a represent until I see [a sore ??] near the stars I'm opposite content
Hopping in the booth best believe I'm breaking ligaments
Excuse my temperament but I'm known to get belligerent Eloquent I am the Rawest and yeah, I'm adamant
My voice, the instrument jiggy with it will touch the firmament Confident how I out flow niggas recheck the measurements
I give them shit they'll never predict you know my regiment
I kick extravagant type schemes embrace the imminent
Fuck your covenant ain't no treaty with the malevolent
Put all of your faith in thee I am the definite
Purifying hip hop again I brought the fume again
One to the two. To the three, to the four. Big Luca coming. Rocket knocking at your dough. Five. To the six, to the seven, to the eight fliers. I want to be the murder. Still the case. One to the two, to the three. To the four. Big Luca coming. Rocket knocking at your door. Five to the six. To the seven. To the eight fliers. I want to be the murder. Still the case. Hey hey holla holla holla holla holla, man. Stop this shit, bro. Supposed to be on the raw shit, nigga, stop that shit. Why you ain't see this got me on this motherfucking crazy. Now I'm saying you know what I'm saying? Let me give you the shit real quick. Yeah
Analize this modern mastermind you know the time
My lines are calamine pass the Columbine
I release before I undermine Einstein ,devising these rhymes
On what you can't define emcees they ain't saying shit
They too busy dancing like pantomimes
Spit the Byzantine this the blood that drips down the vines
So sublime where scripted minds I produced and a dime
Idle minds fresh out the shrine
My name you should Milan is by the Cao clan
Now grip it like fuck [the pork rinds ??], [Crystal Landers ??]
Flow so intense, but also tuckering
Nondetachable was meant look at me I'm [at your ??] God descend
Raw content I present whenever I invent
A rooted out cement unbent, I had to circumvent the 10%
Peace to the people 'cause I'm a represent until I see [a sore ??] near the stars I'm opposite content
Hopping in the booth best believe I'm breaking ligaments
Excuse my temperament but I'm known to get belligerent Eloquent I am the Rawest and yeah, I'm adamant
My voice, the instrument jiggy with it will touch the firmament Confident how I out flow niggas recheck the measurements
I give them shit they'll never predict you know my regiment
I kick extravagant type schemes embrace the imminent
Fuck your covenant ain't no treaty with the malevolent
Put all of your faith in thee I am the definite
Purifying hip hop again I brought the fume again
One to the two. To the three, to the four. Big Luca coming. Rocket knocking at your dough. Five. To the six, to the seven, to the eight fliers. I want to be the murder. Still the case. One to the two, to the three. To the four. Big Luca coming. Rocket knocking at your door. Five to the six. To the seven. To the eight fliers. I want to be the murder. Still the case. Hey hey holla holla holla holla holla, man. Stop this shit, bro. Supposed to be on the raw shit, nigga, stop that shit. Why you ain't see this got me on this motherfucking crazy. Now I'm saying you know what I'm saying? Let me give you the shit real quick. Yeah
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