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I'm like a soldier, yeah, I could rap over field drums, but playin' Goldeneye's the only time I wield guns, so when you're out lookin' for the body armor, I'm killin' players off with this rocket launcher, and I'm strapped with a Nintendo Zapper, a flash o' light is blasted at ya, the controller, game's over, send 'em back to practice, I master tactics with the rappin' I'm enactin', passages on pads and paper, make a flow to battle crappy rappers, you're wack as expletive, no evidence to let you live, the message is as clear as the fear that you reflect to us, my excellence looks effortless, depression gets a sedative, the pessimistic feelin's are healed when I put a pen to this, the best there is, don't question it, Jensen's lips are venomous, consensus is unanimous, the answer was expected, if you really wanna step to this, study up on history, as I claim victory within the record biz, I'm set to win, a Minnesota classic like F. Scott Fitzgerald, who doesn't ever miss when he spits a Chris carol, like Eddie Guerrero when I'm makin' a splash, soak up success and bathe in it like takin' a bath, I'll take 'em to task, face 'em and laugh, break 'em in half, like Kat Kats, and spit raps, ain't no playin' with that, I'm destined to step in and fill up the CD racks, lyrics drop when I rock like the Roc did to Peedi Crakk, people are into my shit, like fecophiliacs, and become stunned when they come to see me rap, like they're catatonic, it's astronomic, the way I pack a wallop, take a canvas and splatter on it like Jackson Pollock, a lot o' fake G's wanna rhyme, but this is real hip hop, man, the lame need not apply, I hate these modern times and what passes as good, but I'ma innovate and also take rap back to its roots