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..Soft Focus..
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IP:
My verse...drop soon man...good luck
Ya leader an mine clashed emotionaly whydja get involved
Say'n ya battle Deacon Ls promised no problems resolved
Your either dead an gone or gone an dead take your pick
Tryin to go higher in ranks for D.O.I so you ride WL dick
Judgin by your character ya got terets speakin disabilities
You idlize my crew thats why you diss for hibitie jibatees
In school you dissed to flirt an flirten turns to harrasment
We all no ya queer now ya can come out the basement
High Class couldn't exscalate to my level if riden astroid
You try clinging to my ass..annoying like a fuckin hemroid
Battle you topical next an write about your death granted
You should of kept your mouth closed took life for granted
Now I suppose you didn't mean to purpose to this penalty
You broke Rules when you came into SF's lyrical facility
Frustrated and obligated to kill you..HC..lyrically paralized
Couldn't move to the future ahead of ya
....I see death in ya eyes
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