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RoC-a-FeLla VS Killumanatic
Aight kid spit as much as u want bout anything
Imma spit first by tha end of this verse you gon be known as mince meet expose you to dis site, and varify ur rhymes are weak not tryna cause beef just simply rappin for tha streets tha one place on earth u probably never ever been you still fantasize i'll make tha past act on you like 1942 and tha NAZI's did tha jews battlin me, you put urself in mental tendancies wit no way to escape cozi got tha only remedy staten island thugs get paper and sell drugs you want sum affection ask ur mama for a hug i'll keep you screamin wheather you awake or dreamin affect your mind state collaborate while u feenin for more words from me althou u hate it, but u need it coz when tha votin starts we gon see who da meanest |
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fuckn new-b, wrong forum u herb...this intro's so u need to outro wit this shit...take ya battles to front lines........ 1... |
Yeah man for real ill set it up in front lines and come up with something new
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this should be a mad lyrical battle goin on here.
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