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[mimic truce]

i dispatch flows, looking at your waist....lac-tose
cats know me like 5.0, i strip the spot,
n your clothes looking like what crime scenes use to bag whores
prolly brag you bang 4's, like bullets i hug my worst foe
been bout it, so im alive, i know it cos of principal
i rep the hood, knuckles in brass or gold
keep a serene step,only question's whass goooood?
disrespect i have one of my nigs hatchet disconnect your brain food
i do what a man should, dont question what the damned would
i keep it real cos it only take a minute to disrupt what a plan could
mimic is that,
make cock roach scatter the vicinit with claps
notice the binnie and hat,
i warm up a cold mind, i couldve froze a blizzard with that
n two els burn, you could die or fiend a minute with that
if i brag goals, its only how niggers aint disrupting the facts
they stay biting writtens, on the net prolly shit me a fax
fuck em cos,when they going to start riffin they wax???
they stay crying on beats that reality stays given em crap
why you bitchin relax,
AHH's the family but my brothers keep on missing the acts
prolly never touched the bible, to know where the genesis at
but i aint reaching, i tell em god's pissed wit they ass
n leave no where else to go, feel the heat increase in the fans
channels flicking like truths television remotes in they hands
heads in a trance,
saying they want to battle me like its his only self type of defence
machete and spice gold, got me ready to spite dogs,
dizzy beheaded in the dark fog, tell em which way to be at ya'll
im black n proud, but you got me ready to tear out balls
and fling em back in the crowd at the bitch up in all o ya'll
im real with that, world kill for a piece of the map
but the map in the soul, cant find it like the future and past
the truth'll tame ya'll, learn to sit in a class
burn the spliff and it'll be burning your mass
reality is a urn like the one man made of in glass
biggie said you dead wrong, but you a pyramid cos you prism the facts
rapping the rhythyms dont understand why we keep turning our backs
you want a buck everytime you shit on the stats,
but what is it, your teeth dont know bout all of em plaques
mimic truce if you rap, or loop the noose, stay dragon balling the gas
then you start falling perhaps, find your feet in the mould,
was just a dream and static force that kept holding you back
thats holding you back, hold yourself up, minds the force told, tell it not to keep holding you back.

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[cornelius]

whats up truce, nice one.

[mimic truce]

thanx. i got inspired to write out the blue.been years.

[D-LINKWENT]

tight flow truce.

[mimic truce]

yo, for real, i son'ned this. was in an old script book. haha. way different from how id rip it now. just when i thouhgt i had the style, i ran into some beef about how i hold up, i had to switch it up again. its fucked up, it takes years to get the right feel and people to accept your shit.normally they just ok it or wave it off. :-)