(Verse One) ...I pierce with the fierce not fearful of backlash I used to smoke black hash, and now I just stack cash kind of repetitive but I'm proud cuz I spent it on sedatives ..but not no more, and plus I got verses galore it's like a gang of syllables, a soiloquy delivered eloquently but still militantly, T-D-H-P! from the days of Chuck-D ...they got fear of a White-Hispanic who doesn't speak Spanish when I speak, I get cabbage, within my means I live lavish forgive me if I come off ostentatious truthfully, my brain capacity is really what is spacious ..went from that Cheech and Chong and red and meth life to being totally free of toxicities when I'm on the mic twenty-fourteen I smoked my last blunt, previously, finished all the beers now I haven't lost my wallet in thirteen years HA-HA, ..I lived that crazy life, now I live to smash the mic, space boogie NASA type complex with the concepts, still bumpin' "My Projects" plus Game Of Breath from Rhetoric so call the paramedics quick! E-M-T's approaching, sirens with increasing decibels I'm standing on real hip hop if I make myself a spectacle no shame in my shenanigans, I'll take you back like Laura Branigan these rappers lyrics are lifeless just like a mannequin stolen from the ruins of a K-mart, that's condemned Thief Da High Priest, Fierce with a pen this culture that I rep, daily I defend! *rap chorus* fierce, ferocious and not spittin' no fables from the Days of Gold Rope cables plus them turntables time to turn the tables on these rappers who are mediocre you got caught on camera cheating at poetry poker! fierce, ferocious and not spittin' no fables! from the Days of Gold rope cables and plus them turntables time to burn the labels cuz these songs are all hooks! the whole industry gets away with murder nothin' but crooks [let the hip hop instrumental play for another 40 seconds as an outro]
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