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 'Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel
 ?em
 'Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that
 I’m not killing ?em
 Cause when I?m not then I?m stop
 pinning ?em
 And I'm not hip-hop and I?m just not
 Eminem.
 Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them
 women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom.
 Adrenaline
 shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin
 is just not real enough.
 The criminal cop killing hip-hop
 filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
 Your
 [bad word] with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I
 showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
 You hear it a
 lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of
 pop fizzing up.
 For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot
 listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a [bad word] 
 Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when
 your real and you spit and people are feeling your [bad word] 
 This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying
 to hold onto it cause you may never get it again.
 So while
 you’re in it try to get as much [bad word] as you can
 and when
 [bad word] is over just admit when its at its end.
 'Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this [bad word] that
 gets in.
 I got a list here’s the order of my list that
 it’s in.
 It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre
 from Outcast, Jada, [bad word] 
 Nas and then me. But in this
 industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on
 this list the [bad word] does not offend me.
 That’s why you see
 me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
 Even though
 half you people got a [bad word] problem with me.
 You hate it
 but you know respect you’ve got to give me
 The press's
 wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.
 Soon as a
 verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart what is he thinking?
 I'ma not to go against me, smart.
 And its absurd how
 people hang on every word.
 I’ll probably never get the
 props I feel I ever deserve
 But I’ll never be served my
 spot is forever reserved
 If I ever leave earth that would
 be the death of me first.
 Cause in my heart of hearts I
 know nothing could ever be worse.
 That’s why I’m clever
 when I put together every verse
 My thoughts are sporadic, I
 act like I’m an addict
 I rap like I’m addicted to smack
 like I’m Kim Mathers.
 But I don’t want to go forth and back
 in constant battles
 The fact is I would rather sit back and
 bomb some rappers.
 So this is like a full blown attack I’m
 launching at them
 The track is on some battling raps who
 want some static
 Cause I don’t really think that the fact
 that I’m Slim Mathers
 plaque of platinum status is whack
 if I’m not the baddest.
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