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(Jazz Addixx)
(Just Right)
(For all of those who feel the flavors tight.)


My rhyme style is liver than MacGyver or the x-files
While heads pile, I maintain, remain the complex child
I take aim at the same no game, lame brain cats are spoken by
An It’s a shame, shit's just lame I’ll split your frame
Cause like pain like flame scolding hot or molten lava rocks
Who take more shots than paparazzi, cops on the block, you oughta' stop
I got it locked. Sideswipin' like an Autobot
The sorta hot kids get cool off of acid water drops, And that’s the slaughter Hops
I got more of a stock. Cut you in half like halter tops and expose you to shit thats sorta rock
Get off my jock hop, stop cock blockin' the flock
When it’s time for boots to get knocked, I get around like Parker, bump knuckles like fox
Stay fab like Freddy Five. My cliques already live
We flow smooth and steady, no jive, surviving it
The millennium is a muscle I trust an everyone listen up, yo as my vocals give thrust
(as my vocals give thrust)

From the old school, comes a new degree. (H.I.P H.O.P. x3) x2

My track disinfects the whack rap insects that lack intellect
You cats tried dissin' the vet but ya’ll missin’ a step
Those who slept are now in a permanent hibernation, to only be awakened by the quake of the earths melodic vibrations, sensations, felt for all persuasions, are amazing
My mind of time’s racin‘. I rock the nation, with no complication
Occupation, dope MC
Know to vocally, overthrow and oversee, those who supposedly hold the key
Force you to notice me, 'til you beg me to stay like Jodeci
I let the beat take a hold of me
So lets control of me, totally hip hop, emphatical, my ribs shop. Emphatically the kids stop
So bad your shit drops dramatically
And that'll be more than tragically staticky. Ya’ll gradually become a casualty just for the salary
Don’t be mad at me, You should be glad to see an MC
In reality I break it down like gravity to the T
Mudd is a top caliber MC who got it locked like Attica, on point when I kick like automatica, dramatica

From the old school, comes a new degree. (H.I.P H.O.P. x3) x2

See I perceive the free the mind with rhymes that define freedom. I shine the line to speak. You find, I'm leading the blind
Seek and you find, you need technique, of three different kinds to reach the rhymes I'm speakin' divine
Best believe I'm leavin' behind those thats weak in the spine
If you see the signs we left in the lines then read between them next time
You see I have neither the time or patience, for fake smilin' faces who’s style is tasteless
I roll with a pile of aces and you all about, whips and chains like a dominatrix
My squad responds with basics. Old school like cotton Asics
We bring it back like British knights because of the type but when he get a mic he spit it right
Plus I’m attackin' ya, with a spectacular vernacular, and Ragz scratch with a tactic that’ll make ya flip like a spatula

From the old school, comes a new degree. ( H.I.P.H.O.P x3) x2

(Just Right)
(For all those who feel the flavors tight.)

(Jazz Addixx)

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