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W U S B, 90.1 under FM dial, from 3 AM to 6.30 AM, and this is how we do it, Natural Elements style I got my man, Mister Voo in the house, I got my man, L Swift in the house, and this is how it's going down, check it! Well, it's the glorious, notorious, one - non, but I, so sleep if you wanna, go ahead, get some shut eye When I say im gonna kick it to you simple this time, simple ass, the simp-el-(l)est crime, my temple is my mind, I can make you dance, but, not with this rhyme, motherfucker, this ain't the grind, this is ? my rhyme on disignate, put on page and resonate, stages I - detonate devastate, never hesitate, featherweight to to meatherweight set a date and incidate, Kick a rhyme and breeze, got mad testies, so don't try to hang with it I done did a gang of shit, but I ain't on no gangster shit find a mic and tangle it, strangle with and mangle it, puncture your car-pil-la-ry, with verbal ar-til-ler-ry, whenever I run out, I just switch to aux-il-le-ry my mind fetches, rhymes me catches a nigga wreck this, I couldn't picture that even with corporal sketches, see, if you got freestyle, but you don't have material, you just a man-a-gerial?, to battle the etherial?, competetise? is competty? and gets blown into confettie, damn, why your face so sweaty, kid, we jettin' / rejetty? ------ well as you - enter the realm of the darkness, you can recognize, poetry, from a poet who is heartless, n, remain optimist, when im droppin' this, niggas have styles but they get my knock we swift, so pull out your cock/glock and and shit, when you got beef cause if you don't, you might reach, 18 subtracted by 12 feet deep, so peep the methods, I concentrate when I wreck it, dominate when I flex it, bomb/run the state when I select it, contemplate when I flex it, so grap your weapon then, basically I'm wreckoning, also I, recommend, you chill and watch, before you introduce, still I have a million and one styles, when I venture through, emcees, who never gave me my respect yet, still I catch wreck, when I'm droppin' numerous death threats, on your cassette decks, let's let, you can not get physical with, this mystical shit, that you should recognize as a lyrical gift, so check it out ya'll