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Drop Of Genius
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IP:
Ok here I am....
Your bout as much use as a book wid no nouns or verbs
Thinkin your dope and good, leadin a wack crew of herbs
I'll punch you to the kerb, kick your brain cells into gear
Been here almost a year, and still not started a rb career
Show no fear, battle me, let me abuse your hidden record
Coz I've read your battles, but I fell asleep coz I got bored
Your crew gettin whored, your fallin, into sinkin sand
Coz we all know, that your the wackest rapper in england
I stand tall over you, I write accapella, dont need no beats
And your wack, wont ever hear your voice on tha streetz...
And now I'm done....
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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002
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