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The name of the brother to blame

It's quite plain it's not the rain

But a brother who don't claim or aim

To be a preacher or ordained

I have black thoughts therefore

My names the same

Don't question my ability

In a studio facility

As I utilize my god given utility

On time I get behind

And push along a rhyme

Of mine which I design

With what the mind

Leave mc's blind with amnesia

Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't caesar

Think twice before you approach

Get benched by the coach like exit post

I wrote murder so you can say it's

Murder he wrote

You think I'm hell sent

So you repent to the pope

Don't walk when the sign says not to

And don't talk when black thought's about to

When I say maestro and bro starts to play it

If you got a rhyme in your mind

Then don't say it

Save it for the weaker

Pack your portable speaker

And utilize the treads on your sneaker

Take your sorry crew back and forget

About rappin'

Forget you ever saw me and forget

This ever happened

'Cause you might have nightmares of

MC's bein' slain

And I'll be to blame when you go insane