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Old 01-20-04, 06:26 AM   #2
Lyrical_Sniper
Banned: Biting
 
Posts: 116
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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