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    PEN-TI-GRAM (4 my youngin' Jamaal..all in fun freestyle)

    Pentigram

    Oh shyt! Little Jamaal talkin' bout how Brother D'ee can't get wicked!

    I turned you down the first time god, but, my devil is up right now so don't take this azz whippin' personally.

    Lemme Battle Smack yo' azz!

     

    Danzig rise up

    this youngin'

    fuckin'

    wit my mood

    don't he know I was a veteran of this game

    when he was an egg in his momma's

    Fallopian tube

    I got sent 2 hell

    b'cuz God thought I was too rude

    the devil sent me back to earth

    with a note "I don't like his attitude."

    so let me make this pubic announcement right quick

    if you don't ride 4 the cause

    pause

    flick my bic

    a.k.a., i.e., suck my dyck

    4 the white boys in the suburbs

    that's my prick

    been robbin' niggaz of they heart

    since I was stealin' gold chains from Slick Rick

    La-Di-Da-Di

    fuck that party shyt

    I was a Nigga with attitude

    since her-ron came in bricks

    was raisin' a Black Fist

    since my head was too small 4 a beanie

    Tupac Sakur?

    youngin' you ain't too sure

    I knew Afeni

    my brother hipped me 2 the Panter 21

    miscarriage of justice malice

    knew her back when she went by the name of Alice

    so I guess you could say I saw

    Pac's heart before sonograms

    Little Jamaal talkin' shyt about your elders

    forcin' me to write this

    PEN-TI-GRAM

     

    Little maa'fucka

    makin' me rip this lyrical intifada

    fuck it, this the second verse

    call the hearse

    while I verbally blast his medulla oblongata

    born in Barbados

    but I knew Jamaican Shottas

    Livingstone, Erskine and dem

    the original don-dattas

    they had the drug game on lock in Philly

    but I wasn't scared

    got Obeah in my blood so I was prepared

    walked past them maa'fuckas every day

    give a little dap

    erry-ting Eye-Ray

    chill 2 the Robert Nesta they would play

    eat jerk chicken n' a plate of plantains

    go 2 skool get straight A's, play ball

    the next day do the same

    so Little Jay, lemme make this shyt brief

    you a cheap

    5 dolla cap of crack

    Brotha D'ee is the Orginal Coca Leaf

    when I read your text

    I said, "god damn"

    made me curse God

    so now I burst this

    PEN-TI-GRAM

     

    3rd verse,

    yo! somebody call the nurse

    this young fool is holdin' his chest

    I think he goin' into cardiac arrest

    I guess,

    he gettin' too many body blows

    from my rhyme fest

    nigga, 2 be the best

    you gotta beat the best

    now, here I was chillin' and retired

    my battle card was past due

    so I let the shyt expire

    you tried 2 sell me out

    but you couldn't find a buyer

    'cuz niggaz know I rip Teena 'n Rick

    when I bring Fire 2 my Desire

    I take two rhymes

    spyt em' two times

    4 the suckas'

    LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE THEM

    maa'fuckas

    Little boy, I rhyme in kilos

    you rhyme in grams

    gettin' pissed

    flex my Terror-wrist

    write this

    PEN-TI-GRAM

     

    4th verse,

    yeah, fuck it I know I've been terse

    I drop sensitive love shyt

    but I don't carry a purse

    I remember a little big eared youngin'

    who had the rhyme gift

    asked Jazzy Jeff who he was

    he said, "Will Smith"

    back then you had to prove yo' shyt in the streets

    no one cared

    next thing I know Will moved to Bel Air

    became a millionaire

    yeah, cats was impressed with my elocution

    Marley Marl was kool

    but Abu-Jamal was my kind of revolution

    my power was in the people producin' pride

    shyt, regrets I had a few

    but it's been one hell of a ride

    come 2 Brotha D'ee

    youngin', come correct

    matter of fact bow 2 an Original King

    genuflect

    oh..by the way

    yo' pop nickname was Little Worm

    his little dyck produced a dick head

    foolish enuf 2 challenge me

    see,

    you the product of diseased sperm

    by the way,

    I got your boys right here laughin'

    at you Fam

    fuck with me,

    Brotha D'ee

    got cursed by

    my PEN-TI-GRAM

     

    Jamaal! JAMAAL!!!

    WAKE UP BOY!

    Oh shyt...U GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!

    REF, DON'T EVEN COUNT!

    IT'S ALL OVA!

    Now lemme go back to my love joints.

     

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