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歌詞

the name, of the brother to blame is quite plain its not the reign, but a brother who don't claim or aim to be a preacher or ordain I have black thoughts, therefore my names the same no question, my ability, in the studio facility as I exercise my god given utility on time, I get behind, and push along a rhyme of mine which I design with what? the mind leave MC's blind with amnesia chop em in a salad and my name ain't Caeser think twice before you approach get benched by the coach like eggs, your poached I wrote murdah, so you could say it's murder he wrote you think I'm hell sent, so you repent to the pope so don't walk, when, the sign says not to and don't talk when black thoughts about to, when I say maestro and bro starts to play it, if you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it, save it, for the weaker , pack your portable speaker, and utilize the treads on your sneaker and take your sorry crew back in, forget about rappin' forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened Cuz, you might have nightmares of MC's being slain... And I'll be to blame when you go insane.