from dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn,
i drop math in ya path and rock on.
sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise,
for you to try battlin' me would be unwise.

65 to seven days of the week so
you don't wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone.
call me critical the disc jockey, the b-side kickin'
phat beats eternal, eternal pushin' fried chicken.
snap cracklin', the daft shacklin' rap jackels
sneak attack battlin' wack tacklin'.
the crab apple got skills but at the same time modest,
i face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
with the tender lovin', there ain't another bitch like her,
the good sumartin homicidal hitchhiker.
hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted,
puffin' on beats and rock on to get quick lifted.
syllables into non-refillable blank spaces,
eliminatin' contestants according to their rank basis.
buryin' cesarean mcs when the scratch is torn,
direct other rappers can't fuck with the natural born.
i never face the same ginet that romeo faces,
'cause i'm too concerned with my enhomeostasis.
the dj front and center and the sooner he flips,
you'll be freeze framin' 'til the next lunar eclipse,
with the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say,
they come and circumsize you when ya eatin' ya curds and whey.
try to make a new jack feel like the ace of spades,
before ya know the ledge gettin' sodamized, replace his grades.
used and confused, goin' about the whole scheme wrong,
ass backwards from the closin' credits to the theme song.
dire straits reminiscing back to prior dates,
ya better off tarzed and your rhyme book in fire place.
to slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage,
the end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page.
pathetic cryin' on ya knees, beggin' for a lease please,
lemme keep your autographed poster and the creased sleeve.
the whole prize vaporized before your eyes, ya lost objective
because the dream was no longer cost effective.
ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul
to profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y'all.

from dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn,
i drop math in ya path and rock on.
sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise,
for you to try battlin' me would be unwise.


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