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guess who's back on the attack Ra Ser Ra as a matter of fact yeah I put Sota on the map

benzomatic Charismatic spark to the flame melt the glass loc to the brain whiteboy in sane I'm cashing in keep the change you can't break the mind frame I'm too ill lyrics spill like murking cold beats I kill no emcee can challenge me fatality dump your trash flow in the bay watch you float out to sea sink to the bottom that shit you write a lost anomaly choose your weapon carefully I'm blessing Mic's like I'm a reverend you're half stepping your Penmanship can't handle my mental gymnastics a master of mathematics linguistic acrobatics your whole crew is weak I bring the havoc can't hear what you saying you're lost in the static leave them in panic my strategic manic bipolar depressive order is so high I get low to undertow flow pulls below artillery delivery to annihilate anyone stepping up that puts a pen to the paper I put salt in your wounds but you still ain't got flavor Ra ser Ra!

Verse 2 I'm bad news leave you bat turd black and blu still need a clue there's no race there's no second place that's the fact that emcees have to face can't keep the pace I write with the pen No pencil you get erased that's just a taste no plea to case I'm the chosen one you're a poser posing I'm case closing control alt delete your Frozen never think twice no light to the knife my flow cuts deep hit you with a combo twice 1 2 slice I divide and reprimand anybody scheming to take the crown I built a metropolis from a town you hear the sound I cracked the ground your flow is lost my style is found Ra Sera!