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Rappers spouting nothin’ Turn the valve off I’m loud with the sound off I sound off and ya crowns off That’s when ya lost Bear a cross Rob Flow lettin’ rounds off You can tell by the ground that I pound on Un-sheath the beat It slice quite unique With a strong beat, ur songs weak ya bleak Rob Flow on a long streak Catch a face palm with napalm calm deez I’m hot like palm trees All along I cook a great song Maneuver through ya crew Outsider like Pace Won Darkness, ’til the spark hit I’m puttin’ hits in ya ear I know where to park it Yeeeeee! Sweet like mango meat I’m not weak Seek and destroy Im fillin’ the void My grey matter will choke ya chatter I’m the next batter badder than the baddest In fact my status is massive Know my name get it tatted Advantages abound The sound next to ur ear drum is allowed town to town, Sharing spaces with the sky and the cloud Mystical creatures like to stay in a shroud I know what u tryin’ to see Me build an empire spin dynasty All the while higher beings be eyeing me And trying me Spoiler alert I kick them toys to the dirt, ha! Yeah, we kick them toys to the dirt, Huh? Uh. We kick them toys to the dirt, yup We kick them jerks to the dirt, yeah. Hybrid third eye know lie no third eye lid. Tech 49 pilots still rhyme styling part two De-cloak reloaded horsepower and torque, Pure essence of a spirit at work The side is a Eagle a northeast dude Skip the time line I’m back same set to track wreck. You hear the fire flow track inspect get shocked feel the Mandela Effect? I remote viewed that social. Stay home but never left the zone Is a state sharp rhyme cold still spit my soul. You can't bite it yeah I’d light it spit hype sh*t and don't have to write sh*t Since the source i've been rhyming like the air force west coast freedom sh*t Feel the force of the impact like a torpedo hit Vulture wins Daily program erase the program they input before my daddy went in Special forces, Win Vultures LA, went around the world thrice and it's still West Coast sh*t PD and Flow sh*t boom bap explosives. Don't front , you know I got you open Ain’t no f*#@ing with my people put that on Puerto Rico (Puerto Rico!) Spark the mind like my homeboy say you can't tell me sh*t you can't rock this way Yeah, we kick them toys to the dirt, Huh? Uh. We kick them toys to the dirt, yup We kick them jerks to the dirt, yeah.