Testo Live 90.3 `94 [Freestyle]

Imagine Lateef Squaring off against MC Who-Gives-a-Fuck And just give him the buck So he can pass it type flow Kind of passing no skills to speak of Nor command and commend cause the truth he's bending Lying like a wall to wall rug In the ending he just be acting like your long lost friend If you conversing try explaining it's a shame you don't spend with meeting some type of famous person to be Instead of brushing up on freestyle techniques I see smiles appearing on faces that them they peeping understand the truth I speak Bave em unleash the shit is deep out six feet Some seek security in sleep Cause in they eyes tapping their heels talking about I know this ain't defeat But it's only his own perception affected by misconception everyone else detecting the self, deception chill tecks flex It's ammunition for the lessons expressions off lookers grill shoot Just whose skills it is in question Told ya won't have to ask I kill without discretion at times With interjections disrespecting when agitation with hesitation leaves room The calculating the brother's decapitation Heads must be basing, contemplating they could equal my station I'm at some other elevation where revelations is commonplace If it was just a drop of flavor you was tasting Not a selection collection I'd still be incinerating your extra sensory perception Watch your third eye widen due to rough penetration