My back aint broke
My lungs don't toke
You must be high no coke
Or a muthafuckin joke
To think I'm something to smoke
Line by line
I have you feining like a dope
So fresh with the quote
So clean without the soap
Never dirty because I'm mad funky
With that Brooklyn approach
To the Columbian
part of your neck
Body covered and soaked
In your own blood less the throat
Next time you should take notes
Before fucking with my microphone
Still cord less like the Pope John Paul
Broke hard your jaw
With my 24th bar
Still Charles in Charge
So bring your Squad
And be drilled hard
by my word as my bond
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