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Flyweight
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IP:
sorry i took long
I'm bout to kill your shine with nothin' but iller rhymes -
Your punches go AROUND ME, like I was your filler lines -
Can't come ill with a wack verse, that's like sellin' a rental -
I'm spittin' with FIRE, givin' you a loss, so I'mma L-a-mental - (elemental)
You'd need more time to spit and scorch mine -
'Cause I was finished with my verse when I spit the fourth line -
You can't pass me, in Frontlines, you'd be lucky to hit lastly -
You're like a monkey, instead of throwin punches you tossin' SHIT at me -
This is God's luck, to be challenged by a weakened lost fuck -
My rhymin' skills is clean, Prophets rhymes are just washed up -
You got the text of a newbie, but you a vet, so you get no freebie -
peace
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