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Bare witness, the power of light exponent

Locate a beat exert mass of physique and explode it

Rearranging the letters for telekinetic focus

The crocodile bungee escape a game of goldfish

When it comes to the magnified rhythm we got you open

Precise is apparent and made it too thermal, you smokin'

Trying to figure out how we maneuver, you lack motion

Falling as short as Street Fighter Dan Hibiki’s hadouken

When all our pens are strokin' our verses act out as locum

Substitute the shadow box and the similes for the dope shit

Severed out for metaphorical storytelling technotion of the classical, done it

I bet you can’t tell who’s the coax

Synchronized with the written

We sorta act our components

Heat 'em up like artichoke and show 'em the art of token

With L.A.Z in the over-office

Prone-position clonin'

Stream love out to you at home

And T-minus until we blow 'em

Yeah, it’s CSF

Four niggas We comin' from the D and we be runnin' this

Go run and tell your momma, daddy, sister, brother

I’ma bring the real shit back with E-fav, L.A.Z and Noveliss

The mass spitter, Jack the Ripper

Rippin' tracks into fragments

Detroit, Hip Hop’s version of Nazareth

Home of the saviours bringin' the flavour, annihilators

Life savers floatation device frap drowns into Hiatus

Mass hysteria, bring the Folgers to your area

Wake up and smell the grace

While I put this beat in a coffin and have it tossin' in its grave

I be rhyming to death

The parr bearer, barbaria

Put up your lighters for the undertaken

Hitting your favorite rapper with a pile driver

Tombstones count 'em out

Audio arson, one of the hardest

My attire is Trayvon Martin, don’t get me started

Got invited to a missile fight

Came in with a broken sword and a bottle of cologne smellin' like Agent Orange

This chemical warfare, uh rappers in the air

Be that, Hannibal Lect dialect, sharpen my vocabulary

Words are weapons, unsheathe them, swing 'em I’m slicing capillaries

Everything colossal, the underground apostle

Being a role model, ain’t rappin' 'bout popping bottles

Yeah, it’s CSF

Four niggas We comin' from the D and we be runnin' this

Go run and tell your momma, daddy, sister, brother

I’ma bring the real shit back with E-fav, L.A.Z and Noveliss