Banned: Biting
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IP:
Extract ya brain through ya nostrils
Makin’ fossils out of what seemed to be impossible
CL is no longer hostile
This battle was optional
You decided to ascend to higher heights
But in the end you lost control of your flight
Despite immense efforts you misplaced ya sight
Blinded by ya own ambition
You fucked up and mad bad decisions
Profit waitin’ for you with bad intentions
If you spit 100 bars you couldn’t amount to my first few
I’ll give you a closed casket funeral but no body will be there to view
They’ll be too busy praisin’ the god of the freestyles
While you restin’ in peace more under ground than 8 mile
I spit the requisites infested with vocab to big to be digested
Disputes domestic occur because people think I should be the president elected
You couldn’t see me if I stood in ya presence
You have no relevance like men in dresses
The shit you spit never impresses
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