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Takin Ill To A New Level
My desert eagle bangs harder than four fifteen inch subs
When i spit my rhymes i get ur mind spinnin faster than dubs Talk shit imma cut all ur fingers off n leave u wit stubs Im starting my reign just like the chicago cubs My rhymes hit u harder than bats made of pine Only thing i got corked is a bottle of white wine The way ill deal wit fake emcees is put u all in a line Unload a round wit fury leavin ur vision blurry Your dyin out just like Keith Murray Now i gotta dip outta there in a hurry Cuz the cops on the way n i dont wanna c da jury :shoot: :help: |
uppin for some feedback
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Structure wasn't great, but it was a so-so self gloryfying piece. Coulda been better if you had put more complexity in it.
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this wasnt bad. it could of been better though
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uppin
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u gotta b kiddin me 20 views n only 2 peeps givin feedback damn
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