Precision Lyrics

[Hook]
Listen to precision *scratching*
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Listen to precision *scratching*
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Listen to precision *scratching*
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Rhyming *scratching* rhyming

[Verse 1]
Y'all sendin' motherfuckas to an early grave
murder men then murder slaves
verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave
When I was your age I wasn't that a rave
I was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after page
At that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cage
With pride up in ya swingin' stance
While I was catchin' finger cramps
Writin' in a dark room wid swingin' lamps
You sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp shit
Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell
Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell
7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell
ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell
My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis
Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis
I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy
So you better choose ya weaponry

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[Verse 2]
Yo I spit the words of death
curse ya breath, there's no person left
still can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's leftToby Lightman - Precision - http://motolyrics.com/toby-lightman/precision-lyrics.html
Of the missin' elements and artificial intelligence
The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to
blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon
Cloak and dagger know no havin' verbal package
With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin'
Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin'
Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over bitch
Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss
Holdin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on this
Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists
I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse
Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicks
Women feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' blood
Killin' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove

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[Verse 3]
Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the same
Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame
Main game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli paces
Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases
Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced us
Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky
Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes
I'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid
Runnin' through the veins of the Druid
Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig
Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed
Or his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch
Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep
like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back

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