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New to RB
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iLLaMinTid is just iLLa!
IP:
i've got red hot chilly peppers, puttin rire between buns
your thoung is roasted, before you take a small bite of one
lyrically cold, my lyrics freezing below zero degrees
i would thaw you out before you started to freeze
my punchlines are hard hittin
heatstroke and you still sweatin
i didn't even touch you...
you nose still begins bleedin
tryin to fry me under the sun...
as wrecked ships in the sky fly by
no pigeon could swallow me...
cuz this worm eats sodium chloride
stabbin me is only puttin lungs in a bind
for my mind and internals is full with carbon monoxide
i'm so coo wit it, no emcee's fire could melt my ice
cuz i'll rip paper! with yours and 3 other different styles
lyrical miles in a file line works quicker than tums
these words speak loud! that they popeye ear drums
i'm fryin competition! when it's time for war i'm sick wit it
the mofuccaz got sent to a hospital...
and i was rushed! to the nearest clinic!
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