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Check the impact of an ill rhyme
Proliferating thought in remarkable time.
Leavin hands scratchin the side-o-they heads
Leavin fans bustin "Ohhh shit, he's dead."
He'll never getup from the rhyme that was said.
He's lying there lifeless, losing street cred.
Slayin wack rappers is my favorite sport
Injury sustained on the rhyme saying court
Blank stare from eyes and mind just stunned
No medication can heal what I've done.
I tip a 40oz to your demise.
Testing my waters, kid that's unwise.
The shallowest part is too high for your kind.
The deepest part'll swallow your pride.
I hail from underground niches and dwellings.
I come from homes of sagelike tellings
I resemble a gnome in appearance and slender
I run MC's through a thoughtout blender
Leave em in pieces aching to reassemble
Next time try to see the next trend yo,
Rhyme with some wit and courageous vitality
This rhythm really fits the scene of your casuality.
Fuck it I don't need a mic anymore
My voice is heard in every inward score
It rings true through each part of the land
Haters talk shit I give em the backhand.
I fly down interstates in my dope ass whip
Bumpin 4 12's and some Souls of Mischief
Spark another L, stick the clutch, and hit it.
Stop up here to pickup the next mistress.
I'm breaking haters off like it just ain't shit.
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The time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted -John Lennon
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. -John Muir
One man gathers what another man spills...
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