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The Manhattan District

by G.A.

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Prerogative 02:17
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Nagaman 01:12
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Montage 01:36
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Oppenheimer 04:02
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Plasma 01:54
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Hiroshima 15:04
Ayo Sit back relax while I search for that unisonic melodic/ go ahead and fire that chronic/ now lets be honest I know you sick of that trash/ so off blast I’m quick to get it they ass/ and spit a lyric colonic/ to me this is a sport hip-hop the beautiful phonics/ and if I ain’t yet its king than I’m its greatest Adonis/ I promise/ to astonish my tongue is sharper than diamond cut stone/ either or onyx I’m prone/ and taking aim at your dome/ I’ll have you failing quick/ my spit game is like the sound guns on whaling ships/ spit a shitty verse at me I’ll have you wailing quick/ sailor sick/ never spare them spit I split them wit’ with the flare of Vick/ prepare them quick/ Harbringer of death I’m studying and mastering/ the networking tendencies of pathogens/ yea I know I’m on some other shit/ rarely on that clubbing shit/ rarely on that double-mint clone pop and bubble spit/ rarely on that fear me super thug/ impervious to slugs/ clearly I’m merely just a dreamer when most minds are focused on rims measuring 2-4/ my mind is floating somewhere between europa and Io/ with countless monoliths/ pondering the multiverse and all acknowledgements/ selectrons and gravitons promises promises/ timelessness is what I aim for/ to stay raw/ display all skills acquired along the path its flame on/ fools know G.A. strong/ with his gift/ when I was nine years old my caliber was four fifth/ youngest nigga in the cipher leaving them all stiff sore/ when they styles was piss poor/ drown them in lyric liquor/ flip the style like parkour/ running the game/ Olympic frame/ in brain Usain/ running with flames/ burnt up rappers in the trauma unit Naga to blame/ persona non Naga never not a Naga been tamed/ I’m proof in the booth I get loose like baby teeth peep the lunatic creep/ the aspie he never sleeps/ straight to hell I’ll send ya/ without guide or defender/ the avatar no defeating the last air bender/ prepare them all for sun down or Set up/ I’m fed up the plan is to stomp they necks never let up/ you local emcees best bet get your bread up/ then stick your head up/ watch me land/ with Jedi’s? No Na’vi clans?/ No this is prophecy planned?/ No heaven in hand?/ No you ain’t stopping that man/ though matter fact got a ratchet better get to popping me kin folk/ but I got a team for when you bitch niggas try to Impede me/ them Spartans they would have failed without General Archimedes/ so how dare theses niggas think that they could perceive the/ process of G.A. when they only see in 3D/ fool exsqueeze me/ your whole focus got a problem/ I got you jumping through hoop in a flaming pole slalom/ solemn pledge long live the fifth column/ warrior till I perish/ knowledge is what I cherish/ half nephile part seraph?/ No giant in the game with the word of god? Naw never/ severed my ties to fiction to the letter/ I am a fact peddling/ indelible gargantuan abattoir not settling/ for venom and smut/ you selling to the children you fucks/ you sucks/ fallics in italics/ in bold you tossing salads/ with passion to Elton John ballads/ I’m smashing through all barriers used to confuse/ my thought patterns is already twisted used to the views/ I’m caught fathoming some wicked wishing using pistols/ no exaggerate a little more lets make it missiles/ nuclear war skulls with the power of Sol/ G dot A dot this fool is cold/ you know furious man nile river tribe Sirius/ leaving them all delirious/ wishing that they could mirror this/ Gifted Anomaly/ but honestly/ prognosis is these niggas can’t rhyme with me/ time to flood the game with more and more rhyming me/ till the end of my primacy/ whether it be violently or silently over/ Un or Hypernova/ don’t understand my words by my lyric decoder/ I’m lit from a far star so my power is solar/ G dot A dot Sigi Tolo to Sol Soldier// Stop it. That one will catch up to you later on. “Yup”(C-Gats)… Yo I’m passionate wit/ linguistical lasso rocket disaster spit/ primed to release an inferno I’m devouring all your prophesies/ you can’t escape my wake I’m an epic singularity/ ain’t no stopping me/ I’m a future chip with a dedicated universe staring me/ fuck mars my vision is Gliese 581 D/ and I’m yielding the heat I’m speaking/ until I’m reaching/ escape velocity/ my adversaries I’m never stressing them/ I’m just concentrating on lyrically checking them/ they cross the line I consume delicatessen them/ grab these infants shake them out existence I’m etch-a-sketching them/ living legend demolition derby driver wrecking them/ unlicensed colonic with a catholic priest blessing them/ I’ll spit so many bars my head improbably morphs to equestrian/ fortune 500 business on the block invest in him/ no I ain’t hear for shining/ I’m clearly ahead of them/ metronome you can set your heart to my rhyming/ while I’m preparing them/ to swallow this acid fuck your stomach lining tearing your ocular lenses out a face I’m lyrically blinding/ tat my logo across your face so all your business I’m mining/ you can spit for years and I promise you still won’t outshine him/ you can search for a billion years and your skill can’t find him/ cause my bar count measures beyond the light horizon/ beyond the greatest luminous expansion of space-time and/ the next nigga to diss clear and simply just amateur/ filled to capacity with fantasy visions of grandeur/ delusional reverie/ no clearly they ain’t ahead of the echelon I’m living on my spitting pedigree/ is deadly like the seven human vices/ fuck fighting fair fuck fire throw a solar flare twice at the next neurotypical claiming he’s nicest/ stat fire squeeze/ tune out the pleas/ of these claim they sicker cat emcees/ king of the savannah meet black murder lurking in the trees/ alpha ain’t the word for me I’m an agitated aggressive mutant Mr. Mistoffelees/ Bronx born Bull City raised raging beast no I ain’t gonna stoke you/ if you Batman nigga I’m Goku/ you know what I’m Saiyajin/ I ain’t playing/ if you stabbing I’m clapping/ if you’re Superman I’m whatever it takes to kill Dr. Manhattan/ Optimus Prime slapping a child/ fouler than Kelly Bundy sleeping with Al/ fouler than anybody sleeping with Alf/ wilder than juggling a dozen grenades in your house/ fouler than creating a life form without sanity/ calamity John/ strapped up with a dirty bomb/ destroying the third heavenly body from a solar storm/ ratchet up to nova form/ lyrically kill Voltron/ ignite all challengers from outside/ make them perish like Sally Ride/ none of the niggas claiming they’re competition is spitting/ pride is what they’re lacking and they’re vocabs is whittling/ to these silly ass tunes these layman simpletons spitting/ to me most niggas is toddlers on tricycles I’m pistons/ tender baby meat meet internal combustion engine/ twisting your chemical composition/ whenever the feeling strikes catalyze a conniption/ from rabid venomous spit/ just for the purposes of giggles an shits/ they too tight wishing they never spitted/ that should have been acquitted/ for 25 to life ridiculous/ how could they be addicted/ to this piss puss/ poisonous they’re dissing us/ disinterested I must be to cluck speak/ dusty their books be/ if paper grew hair their dictionaries would look like Wookies/ or my mans daughters blue best friend who’s not real and addicted to cookies/ looky fucking here/ I ain’t here for peddling gear/ just flat line careers/ puncture niggas dreams like an infant’s ears/ quick and painless/ pitch this banger to your brain anus/ and I don’t give a fuck if your famous/ or not I harbor intent to yoke you/ niggas critically choke you/ I’m tearing your ass apart like the last condom I broke through/ concocting noxious brew/ in my saliva glands/ weaponized nerve agent constantly bombing your land/ damn you can’t fuck with I/ or duck my double I’s/ when My targets acquired/ high I’m guaranteed to be when you died/ lie I promise you will/ spew desperation a swill/ swear and promise to kill/ nigga its useless/ I’m spitting like I miss a toofis ;)/ brutus lyrically brolic I’m here to murk you/ proof is in the Cosby commercial/ curse you?/ never critical thinker Nikola Tesla/ until you critical arrest then dip with your chedder/ yep better yet collect/ incinerate and jet who’s next/ my greatest wish is for you to flex/ Lexx chew them they say pressure burst pipes well since I’m human/ I’m assuming/ I got a valve to release all these Revolver Ocelots that I’m consuming/ fuming you are like a humidifier/ its hot under your collar/ baller so why dare bother/ a death harbringer/ prone to spit up agent orange for/ no particular reason you’re modeling for coroners/ foreigner to swaggerific/ attack with intricate algorithmic/ cosmic power when I spit or/ skewer you with pitchforks/ rich thoughts/ got you sicker than viscous septic thick pork/ or a patient on house’s thick board/ or a nigga guzzling duck butter from a thick broad/ or a man who saw his chill cut down from a four four/ raw shit I deliver/ straight to your liver/ to lyrically kill your will for occupying your epidermal villa/ nigga you better pick a better target/ I’m a petroleum oven with a broken pilot light don’t spark it/ a self induced vacuum no Higgs field spit starship/ guzzle plasma flowing from my ass taste star shit/ I dearly depart quick/ all you niggas that’s acting super hyper/ claiming you uber lyricist lounge lifers/ well where your wings at pseudo dragon spit your fire/ while citing tomes of epic fiction saliva liars/ I’m phonetically structuring empires/ my poetic diction sharper than a patch of briar/ I expire exothermic reactions that’ll melt your trucks tires/ I’m inspired like a weak emcee that’s printing a million flyers/ and I have no masters so no beings are called sire/ so blessed be the flyest of the mic snipers/ the silent-scope writers/ to toss the next priest prior/ in the fire/ friar tuck should duck low/ low luck fuck no/ no luck make them all uncomfortable/ up in my presence/ pissed I see/ these peasants be/ of my lyrical prolixity/ spit over the fucking top every single time I he/ A-R an orchestration worthy of my blood and logolepsy alethiology/ with no apologies/ prophesies are self induced/ you heard it first from the euphonious recluse/ pass capital asap produce/ proof uninhibited cannon loose/ donkey kong banana boost/ proliferator of peace but never one to call a truce/ these sentences I’m penning/ got them spinning/ like maverick an goose/ never give up never surrender when the cannons juiced/ ain’t know stagnating banner comma bruce/ when the hulk is loose/ out his cage/ and I’m inside of my right mind when I’m teeming with rage/ at these fools that ya’ll let get on my stage/ you hear my laughter/ at your mic disasters/ analogous to car crashes/ I’m that nigga you shouldn’t spit after/ a microphone harasser/ rhythmic poetic master/ powered from my heart tony stark arc reactor/ avert your breath and gaze son watch who you barking at sir/ spit magic till you vanish a heathen causing a rapture/ capture your mind/ configured rhymes/ put fear in the blind/ liberate your brain Waco style towed behind my lines/ your cranium split by strong arm behind a nine/ No optimum time/ for commenting on haters and how I grind/ No or how every chicken I stick is a double dime/ No or how I’m kingpin c.e.o. of major crime/ it’s all touch back/ get on your knees when I clutch back/ ballistically storming towns like niggas that’s toting rucksacks/ naw that’s reserved for that fool that thinks he can spark/ dare them to cross the one dimensional mark/ my skills is continuously enhancing/ I’m out of control like dark energy driven expansion/ my compositional status is ridiculous/ antithesis of everything ficticous/ and sicker than every injustice written in Leviticus/ vociferously roasting ya/ I’ll laminated chest poster ya/ explode like a pissed of furian getting close to ya/ lyrical rendition of Hiroshima/ Fukishima earthquake core reactor overture/ what I’m compared to/ nothing that you can prepare for/ Nagaman got a flare for/ kicking the illest shit you ain’t aware of/ something you should fear Eric Northman in your mirror/ just to be clear/ you’re unaware/ that I’m bout to bite/ these so called emcee niggas is smelling like light/ got a long whiff of that seeping through their melanin hyped/ and gassed up mediocrity is what I see/ I’m leaving no time for you to get to where you store your heat/ my spitting leaving these niggas paler than Stoya Heat/ lyrics on point no matter how you deploy the beat/ musically equal to rude/ bully on the mic to opposition eating your food/ and its all respect after the cipher I’m keeping it cool try to sneak attack cheap shot you still losing/ I’m sonically congruent to power from cold fusion/ don’t play this to loud you’ll get a contusion/ its fair warning I’m just warming/ when I storm In I’ll destroy you clean/ nigga lip to brain emergent property is trinitrotoluene/ gamma ray to inf beam/ die with your mouth wide/ die crying nerd subtitle dihydrogenmonoxide/ cause the fire I spit strips the oxygen from the air/ yea I know it fair/ what I create in my grey-matter complex/ compose a process/ to open a portal to an adjacent dimension and discard you there/ these rappers are sans sense like the tale of adam and eves son/ if wifey was from nod where in hell did those people come from?/ Disband bad logic/ wherever I scan stop it/ full throttle magnet on pedal metal for floor rocket/ I’m a lyricalholic/ not anonymous/ I’m Gifted and Anomalous/ a cold Genius Assassin/ to every rapper I’m trashing/ these limbic brain emcees aint in my class/ I’m warping the curve just to far (high) no chance for them to pass/ lyrical domestic terror in a Guy Fawkes mask/ the explanation for that carnage when I pass/ you walk on glass/ so tread softly/ your rhymes is hard as the cranium of mr. softee/ it takes a sub orbital nuclear missile to off me/ and that’s too costly/ cause all ya’ll fools can afford is bb’s/ your c.d.’s/ is weed tables and the booklet back and cover is T.P./ I hope you able to keep up most is lacking the faculty/ and that’s directly correlated to how many rappers spitting fallacies/ no need for one to vouch for G point A dot/ Alona Naga spit proper don’t stray in my spray lot/ these niggas as real as them fables authored by Aesop/ G.A. stop please/ only heard by the trees/ and their snitching is a no no/ no talking no Frodo/ so stopping Nagaman is a no go/ this here is just a promo/ Alona go go go gadget Nagaman just getting rolling/ orchestral crescendo gallery extolling/ super Saiyajin power up batteries exploding/ volcanic environment mountains turn to molten lava/ turbulence point of reference dwarf under a helicopter/ I’m talking about a Gatling gun when my spits compared to a chopper/ fuck the onamonapia you’ll hear that shit when I pop ya/ reload while I chin check ya/ double over like you on a pilgrimage in mecca/ p.h.d. in emcee I’ll spit up a lecture/ fuck cruce the only If-I/ Naga Identifies/ with is electra/ whats the matter sir/ can’t talk with just your maxilla/ bone collector bars and jaw shatterer/ instrumental batterer/ is the niche I hold/ I’m breaking the mold/ intelligent writer to cool/ your style is old school/ lyrical bill maher I’m tossing out the old rules/ I’m talking about my tongue and lips when referring to pro tools/ pick sickle shovel digging a hole for you/ I roll thru/ Solo with no crew/ flower power super Mario van peebles/ I’m injecting arsenic in your veins I’m too lethal/ the disassembler of all parity/ me versus them equals hilarity/ as atomic AS enters your capillaries/ more pure than the cocaine these rappers claiming they carry/ by far my bar for bar skills classifies murderous grimey/ my tablets a death note my pen is the shinigami/ an army of T3 civilizations couldn’t stop me/ improperly encroaching or approaching upon my genre/ I’m toasting IMO that’s a disrespect emcee dishonor/ goner you are burning like gonorrhea/ E-V Iserate these effing peons/ only option I can Isolate the mission I be on/ every second on this space time plane/ increasing entropy making sure that nothing remains the same/ you dream of blowing up with piped shit/ I come thru deadly and steady emptying mic clips/ I’m red lining on my rhymes skill no matter the cost/ I’m what happens when immoveable object meets unstoppable force/ you’re like a traffic cop in a prius stopping a porshe/ or a mail room clerk trying to fire his boss/ I’m bout as common as a c.f.o. with tight plaits/ the fire I spit will turn an ocean to salt flats/ fall back I’m all that and then some/ you just do what your masters say you modernized bensons/ they don’t know who G.A. Are Why?/ I’m that guy/ that spits harder than the core of a carbon star high/ as an unidentified light in the sky/ and fly/ and could give a flying spaghetti monster about fashion/ I’m focused on toasting walking corpses I’m out blasting/ like who wants it next/ I’m lyrically sicker than a rich free warren jeffs/ vernacular chef/ grizzly in the chest/ assist field left/ control of the breath/ master level mind right hand left/ Teflon strong as a tiger palm/ the summery of fears of naked skin and napalm/ face palm to ignorant doubters/ with your fucking keep running your should shut up your mouthers/ with your dial up rhymes on a wireless router/ I’m a T1 dedicated line to a house sir/ grandmaster level lyrical hacker/ delusional extranatural miracles cracker/ expose the weakness in your rhymes instinctive attacker/ beat jacker/ hip-hop toppled cross factor////

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