Spit wit 'em.
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Yeah Tadow it's Emcee Kyn, commandeering your headphones and pluggin' your charger in, whether it's a Benz or a Studebaker you need it first thing bubble the coffee maker, we gettin' ghost from the get go starter pistol drumroll three shots of espresso, like damn I'm on that your Itunes is Mytunes, top five is tuned up and your girls in my room, what the fuck happened man? I was chillin' with a drink in my hand, and that rapper muthafucka' came through with an uzi, took my bitch and my car keys, thought he was gonna' do me, put your hands in the air like Rocky, top of the stairs tellin' rappers get off me, if you bark my dogs bite like pirahnas, go on and slap the mat like you wanna', and lemme' tell you somethin' suspect, you might have made a down payment but that's not your car yet, quit frontin' put your hands in the air...
Red Queen said off with their heads, I'll take video cut a Y in your chest, I got time for building a bomb track, I sampled and sequenced and mixed and mastered that, you feelin' that? I'll make you my Frankenstein, power strips and shit puttin' drillbits in your fuckin' mind, Imma' find that promise Imma' get there, bikini bottoms on a big girl call me swimwear, slide slide slippery slide I got a squad of zombie rappers in the woods tonight, we got a big long list of broken spitters to six, equipped with bananna clips footsteps breakin' sticks, right behind you when you pressin them cd's right behind you when you droppin' them car keys right behind you when I'm posted in your back seat and pop up with a cocked pistol... Charlie Murphy, don't squeak don't shit yourself, don't weave don't wreck don't yell for help and lemme' tell your somethin' reject, you might have made a couple singles but the tops not your spot yet, quit frontin' put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air like there's money up there...
I don't need a zip to get in the zone, I don't even wipe when I shit on the microphone, the fiend reach in his drawers and come up with a strap this whole muthafuckin' zip-code better get flat, I'll give you the pistol but I'm givin' the ammo first, trigger finger spasm three verse burst, every one of my cuts becomes a nightmare scene, what's bumpin' in your trunk is words I heard in a dream, and that shits expanding encroaching enveloping, takin' real estate not requesting, demanding, stretchin' the yellow tape and stealin' off of your plate WAIT!, go put on your skinny jeans, so chief it keep it cool when I fall through, you ain't got the sneaks or energy drinks to ball dude, this is checkmate I got you where I want you, studio fail-safe rap ghost will haunt you, hear the deadbolt? It's over pullin' the plug, Hammer couldn't touch it so shut the fuck up, and lemme' tell you somethin' prospect, until you heard the whole album your cherry ain't popped yet, quit frontin', put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air Emcee Kyn's up there...