Quadricep Cuts

Frank dux out flank ya Langston Hughes
Hit em with left now my hands are bruises
Park dweller turned art seller fuck that
I’m on the tarmac ya vinyl hit the junkyard stash
This the dark mass went to war without a dog tag
I talk that shit that make fault lines crack
This is upscale crack, updated from the molly rap
Make they weak hearts palpitate during the polygraph
Pinnacle great spin kick to the face
Spike ya chemicals Kenshiro with identical fate
The death touch! from the spinal cord to vital organs
Last dance in the final quarter turn to Michael Jordan
Bright swordsman meditat when I’m not recording
This is not that dumb shit some of y’all b sporting
I’m enormous make a scene on the block the cop swarming
This is not norm, warning shot pop like Warner
I’m what the doctor ordered rather Dre or Martin Luther
I can’t lose like Parker Lewis
I spark the future the target remover after that the carcass mover
The darker buddha, the Nikki Larson sharp shooter
Peak rap Deepak Chopra eating okra
Drunken style monkey punch, got them leaning over
Hit the canvas then it’s back to city transit
Fame and Billy Danz kid I give the city anthems
So many to moves make while these rumors accumulate
Hit em with Hadokens from Akuma in the Kumate