[Kenny Seigel]
Let's get this lyrical murdering under way
Put these niggas way under, no delay andale
Make these niggas lay under
Dirt, the undertaker's taking over
No wonder they getting ate by the eighth wonder
What you saying sorry like apologies
My poisonous bars got toxicologists
Analyzing my anthologies
Can't harm me, why pop at me
It's like I got hereditary sensory autonomic neuropathy
Why box with me, harder to hit than a lottery
Why bother me, kill cats like curiosity
We enter the place and niggas shake like they naked strippers
They hate these niggas because we make figures like a pottery
Y'all upset me like a nun who's bad
I'm deadly with my one-two jab
I can punch through, gun proof glass
Kill shit when I wreck, Conrad Murry
I'm responsible for this mics death

[Julius Luciano]
Allow me to put this in perspective, check it
That was Bar Exam One, allow me to quote from the second
Nigga there gotta know, nobody as hot as me
Got a dragon's heart, boy I'm so Sean Connery
The four-five pop'll give your whole squad lobotomy
My snub nose in the air and the chrome shotty gotta be conceited
Bring life to rhymes I'm creating
Bust hard on a track before it stop ovulating
You say you sick come see me, the rhyme doctor's waiting
My occupation is to off my patients
It's not augmentations when I put something in your chest
And yep, tools fucking you up like a botched operation
I let them slugs go free, my Glocks not enslaving
My bullets nigga, pull the trigga from my tool and thin ya
Niggas hear my Glocks proclamation, bullet emancipation
Every hot shot's a statement
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