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For underground metaphors You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth My style's been developed in the core of the Earth The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with The natural ability to run through your crew From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2 In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay Everyday is mayday So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain I look upon your brain with disdain Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal And those who try to steal get decapitated You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated I displays my credentials over instrumentals And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential It's detremental questionin my thesis The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look Before my knight takes your rook