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It's like a scene out of The Children of the Corn, Sweaters torn when I head the SWARM, Inside the inner city desert storm, My spectacular vernacular, and poetic style will flip you like a spatula, I'm snatchin' ya, solo like a bachelor Your mind becomes a prisoner when i'm attackin' ya, I'm nocturnal, I burn slow rhythm infernos, The block colonel with the hottest journal, It's my fault when, i'm assaultin', I tell my enemies good night like the Waltons, I'm a true hound check the paw prints, Of the alphabet slinga' The tongue lashin' guillotina', I'm blowin' up your blocks like Hiroshima, I got you gaspin', you snowed in, trapped in, My blizzard like at Aspen, When I snipe this Like the Cypress Your whole entire hood's collapsin', While you're seized in the gridlock, I hit spots for quick knots [money], Yo' Yo' i'm mysterious like Hitchcock, My panache is known to make chicks flock, I drop tales that make the cops trail, My knocks [poems] will hail, In the form of molten cocktails, I spit potion called 'Mic Devotion' Tresspassers get penalized for illegal motion, And you don't wanna' Dishonor, I'm at the point of no return Like Bridgette Fonda, Attackin' like piranha, Inside your area, it's the regiment that's contagious like Malaria, It's the 1st stages of mass hysteria, When we growl, It's the callin' of the wild, Check the 'Hood Files', From the streets to the P'niles.

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The Swarm

It's like a scene out of The Children of the Corn, Sweaters torn when I head the SWARM, Inside the inner city desert storm, My spectacular vernacular, and poetic style will flip you like a spatula, I'm snatchin' ya, solo like a bachelor Your mind becomes a prisoner when i'm attackin' ya, I'm nocturnal, I burn slow rhythm infernos, The block colonel with the hottest journal, It's my fault when, i'm assaultin', I tell my enemies good night like the Waltons, I'm a true hound check the paw prints, Of the alphabet slinga' The tongue lashin' guillotina', I'm blowin' up your blocks like Hiroshima, I got you gaspin', you snowed in, trapped in, My blizzard like at Aspen, When I snipe this Like the Cypress Your whole entire hood's collapsin', While you're seized in the gridlock, I hit spots for quick knots [money], Yo' Yo' i'm mysterious like Hitchcock, My panache is known to make chicks flock, I drop tales that make the cops trail, My knocks [poems] will hail, In the form of molten cocktails, I spit potion called 'Mic Devotion' Tresspassers get penalized for illegal motion, And you don't wanna' Dishonor, I'm at the point of no return Like Bridgette Fonda, Attackin' like piranha, Inside your area, it's the regiment that's contagious like Malaria, It's the 1st stages of mass hysteria, When we growl, It's the callin' of the wild, Check the 'Hood Files', From the streets to the P'niles.