Acupuncture

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Touched insane deranged and such
 But my mind still thinks in the clutch
 You run up you get touched
 Molested, marauded, messed with
 I'm charged with electric current
 And burn 'em, so don't touch
 Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom
 Thoughts consume, man I got that
 Touched, panache, pizzaz
 A feel for the real
 Skill and lots of that
 So I just build now
 While you throwin' punchlines
 I'm bustin' hot ones with rhymes (blow)
 Acupuncture smackin' damn nerds like heroine
 Swimmin' with sharks, I'm off the Fairline, Islands?
 They sense blood in they gills but a nigga will survive, man
 Automatic darts hypnotic talk
 Alive and aware come prepared to collide you'se a dead man walkin'
 And I'm the executioner connivin' like Lex Luthor
 What they shootin' for?
 Man, I make these corny rappers respire
 Break'em for their dapper atire
 Then throw that ass in the fire
 And ain't no use in askin' me why
 Fuck you! That's my reply
 Step back from the mike
 Or I'm snatchin' your lives, right
 Niggas be actin' like
 They be rappin' tight, but they lost
 Like in the black of night
 Soon to be my sacrifice
 Better be wary of the legendary
 'Cause your spot at the cemetery isn't temporary
 Have you shook up like kids who mention Carrie
 Or Bloody Mary if you rappin' near me
 Positively somethin' gon' happen really
 I ain't got no back up in me
 I stay managed
 Whether you chill or pack a semi
 You can't manage
 We gargantuan, killa tarantulas
 Touch the inchangeable, Viagra flow, raw
 Stronger then Niagra Falls
 Max Julien backhand MCs and grab my balls
 Hit 'em with the black squad and crack your jaw
 Now I'ma chastise you rap guys
 With wack lies
 Soundin' like you doin' smack lines
 Claimin' it's your last time
 We start a riot like Jamaicans over gas prices
 That's why the mass like us
 We them grass lighters
 Niggas think I got punched by Rudduck
 In the stomach the way I bust from the gut and get
 G's by the hundred but
 That don't matter (fool)
 'Cause niggas get millions
 For shit I ain't feelin'
 And that's why I'm building
 Yeah
 Absolutely, I be rappin' smoothly
 If she actin' too keyed
 I'm a snatch a groupie
 Roll a phattie and have niggas sayin' that's a doozy (damn boy!)
 And bring it to niggas who front like it's a action movie
 Futuristic like Appleseed
 Musical masterpiece
 Freeze rappers like a tractor beam
 Yeah, major league data swing
 On the track queen rap sting
 Who blasting
 We pure to the last gene
 Weapon testin' with my 308 special
 Runnin' up in your residences
 Runnin' busters for their presidentials
 In my sights I won't miss you
 Once you gone I won't miss you
 Livest nigga be a dead issue
 Your flesh is just tissue for my talented talents to rip through
 Physical enslaved to my imbalanced mental
 My confidence is not confidential
 So show deference for my skills diferential
 Yeah I suffocate featherweight, MC's never resucitate
 Decimated easily as my voice fluctuated sentence structure
 This critical juncture for you youngsters
 Laser sharp hack ya, cut ya, acupuncture
 Play my clutch, Midas touch press the gas and light the dutch up
 My candy gloss touch ya
 Eurethane is such a
 Blood rushin' display of luxury and immerse ya
 Submerge ya beyond the verge of word perfection
 Yo these niggas out a pocket I cold
 Cock 'em and cock at their nose
 Stopping their comment just for haulin' that garbage
 My flow, shockin' and suckers with no
 Stoppin' a racket
 If you finna talk about it
 Be about it or get rowdy
 I spit that
 Liquid detergent
 Game like George Gervin
 Ice water
 Under pressure operate like Julius Erving
 The surgeon, hovercraft percusion
 With spontaneous combustion
 Highly flammable magma through the mouth
 I am
 Touched, unsane, deranged and such
 But my mind still clicks in the clutch
 You run up you get, touched
 Molested, marauded, messed with
 I'm charged with electric current
 And burn 'em so don't, touch
 Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom
 Thoughts consume man I got that
 Touch, a feel for the real panache, pizzaz
 Skill and lots of that
 So I just build now
 Touched, unsane, deranged and such
 But my mind still clicks in the clutch
 You run up you get, touched
 Molested, marauded, messed with
 I'm charged with electric current
 And burn 'em so don't, touch
 Gimme room to bloom or boom impending doom
 Thoughts consume, man I got that
 Touch, panache, pizzaz, a feel for the real
 Skill and lots of that
 So I just build now
 Get touched
 I'ma touch you
 For real
 Think I'm playin'
 All these fingers
 I'll fuck you up
 That's real
 

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Duration
04:14
Key
10
Tempo
95 BPM

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