It’s Only Right(Explicit)

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Yeah and you don't stop

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Huh and you don't stop

Ah check it out

Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark

Sort of reminiscing

Of how it used to go down in the parks

Equipment ropped off

You can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath

Bass pounds the asphalt

Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and

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A classic in the making

Mental make thoughts

My physical form words

Hot in my mouth like a joust

No doubt

Some a phenomenon

Mic technician

Electrician

Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto

And throughout the resin

Then asapoltin this s**t

Gift to gather a rhyme

Make rap a staired son

The way I do this

Switch up the fluid

So smooth you wanna persuie it

I'm raw like underground sewage you

This s**t for insight

Well I'm back

Never was gone

What I right

Be tighter than pin stripes

Born by mob boss

My flause in affect on the mic

Keep it tight

With out a fight is raw

It's only right

I know it's hot

We hot too

You ready to throw down

We ready to have a party

So if ya ready to have a party

Make some noise

Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm

I wave it over the crowd

Dictatin s**t like genghis khan

Nonchalantly deliver the flow like d**g traffic schoolin

Bringin samatics to this rap s**t

Bonafied

Mic set you can't see me on it

Master the art

So now I just flaunt it

Born to live

A life and die until then

I'mma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen

Take the cherry from a tree

Like a virgin havin innocence

Bust my nuts

Bringin rhymes to live like genesis

But ritical renaissance

In death there's a flautless

Tearin s**t up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless

One of new york's finest

On this trip I co incide with b minus

Bringin out the best in me

We formulatin like a recipe

What I emplore

Will show nuff disto my presence

Then I'm divine like the seven

Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw n***a

It's only right

Microphone's I melt down

Slap crowns

Push em out of bounds

Crush ya crowd

As I lay my third verse down

Because

This is what I want

To gain control of that position

It's only right

That I follow thru compition

Be warning me

Homocide rhymes or mad rounds

To get flass or pencil hurt

Battin me down

Contents flex text expert

Since my born date

51371 like a stick bin

Injection

Inside ya blood stream

Digest what I manifest

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You best by me

Others are mediocre like

I slam the earth like a meteor right

Cuz I'mma take mine

Leavin you face down in the puddle

Blow up like a shuttle

When I give you my rebuttle

Frame of mind

Across state lines

Await the taste

Me like fine wines from avidian

For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash

Straight up

I don't rhyme for n***as

I prove myself

Stylin for years on the mic

On another level of being

What's the b minus

It's only right