yeah
it's chris webby
203 where you at?
yeah
it's like that
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let's get it poppin'
'cause every time i get on the mic
and i start reciting
or writtin'
i'm like a titan
ain't nobody **** with that
poppin' vicodin
and fighting
striking
and biting
quicker than lightning every time that webby gets up on the track
'cause you know i done it
i kick it
pun it
and bun it
step to me and you'll get punished 'cause i'm always spittin' crack
split a couple dutches
get blunted even though i'm so broke i had to get fronted the money for the twenty sack
baby
i'm a killa
with microphone's who is realer? i eat em' like quesadillas every time i'm comin' through
my skin may be vanilla
but i'm iller than any other spitta you heard of recently
and that's just how i do
'cause you know i rap it
cause havoc over the atlas
someone needs to open my brain up and tighten up the screws
talent
yes i have it i'm magic
puff it and pass it 'cause i'm spittin' on the mic until my face is fully blue
pick it up and drop it
i rock it no one can stop it
i pop it
lock it
no one can ever copy what he does
rock on any topic while coppin' exotic product from the tropics that will leave me a very solid buzz
'cause everyday i'm twistin'
it's my mission for christian to blow up like nuclear fission when i'm pullin' up the rug
from under your feet while hittin' your vision with the rhythm
kick flippin' over you motherfuckers and pullin' bud
'cause you know i'm going and {stay} showin' you that my flowin' is potent
'cause i am always spittin' out the truth
{notoriety known} and white as the ocean
you could try to be.