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EDIT- the beat fades out at the end, and the first verse is Big L in case yall don't know the legend.
Rate the Lyrics, not the beat b/c it's not mine. I wanted to tribute a verse to the Legendary Big L, so I did on one of the sickest Lord Finesse beats. Obviously I changed the content from what L would spit because he's mad rugged, but the flows similar.
I keep my mental and my senses sharp,
Fundamental jumping fences into prison yards, with a hacksaw, Son I came to jack the bars,
Apply words to fermented thoughts, illuminate the dark,
With my pen tip, and spit sounds thatll rupture your appendix,
Known to be offensive to kids packing the lead,
I'm just rapping instead, I said,
They heard it they love it, I'm not gonna stop,
Can't hit me with bubble gum shots,
Subtle but hot, they tried holding me down on the mic but I rip through the muzzles and knots.
Can't keep me down with straight jackets, My poems on the mic are like Katana Blade Practice,
We stay classic, Some say I spray acid,
At my pinnacle blessed, Leap outta my physical flesh,
Rocking a mic with a beat in my chest, defeating the best.
In my sleep I mumble puns, And spit a verse until my lungs are numb. I mangle young rappers, tryna tangle with the number one.
I put the sun to slumber while I drop jaws,
This squads fresh. No need for bulletproof, we rocking God's Flesh.