Yo, ya flow miss me, buy Vodka get pissy,
Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly,
Everready, or Killer, that flows Anghellic,
Story tellin' and battle rappin', who cant sell it?
Should I speed it up, Naw, Im'a keep it strange,
My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged,
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back,
Who told him, everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack,
I need a "Bunk Rock", fresh pair of "Sucka Duckas",
Its a party, I'm bullshitin' with muh fuckas,
Shadow fly, look at bitches with a "Crooked I",
Battle me, I think ya favorite rapper rather die,
Who you know can spit a flow this clean? (no body)
My notebooks the 10th grade, I got so many sixteens,
Please, I got a lot of hard tones,
That'll fuck up your view of the view like Starr Jones,
Yall clones, my style is the original,
Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful,
But me, spittin' classic is a ritual,
I stopped liking rap when the lyin' got habitual,
Im sick of you, the streets turned me into a sentinel,
Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you!
Shit, cant nobody out rhyme me,
So Tech call Trav right now and tell him sign me!
Shadow's Verse from Tech N9ne's "Party And Bullshit"
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