Toke will fuck up your style... And leave your bars laid
Only way your punch will leave me red Is kind made by kool-aid
With wit that slow.. Even your nose comes out in last
Your punches are weak. .
. .I stepped out on a limb and put your wrist in a cast
I'ma daze you and I'll Have you poppin those pills
Bring new meaning to pump up the volume. .
. .Said you wanted to hang so I gave you the chills
You drove to this battle.. Just to get some acceleration
When the mods saw you were battling. . they noted special occasion
Token will ignite your rec... Just to give you rec-ignition
You just keep ending back to the start.. like subtracting addition

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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation