Kryo-O had great plans to be the best in rapbattles.com/
But when he fighted Amazin a.k.a. 8th Street his rhymes were done//
Now u wanna follow me to shade your tears on me/
Kry won't solve your problems, try the 8th Street rhymes academy//
In a century, when u get outta there, u'll still playin the lil romeo flow/
Askin why? What's the word to define what u don't have? "talent" that's the word//
Don't be mad at me homie, u just were born retarted/
U were born with cells mutations, i've seen unpretty lifes, but yours is the sadest//
Your battle rhymes are like the Bulls season, no way u can get a win/
So accustomed to losin that u don't even argue 'bout the reason u don't get a ring//
I can see your face now, it have that looks of "why i'm fadin"/
Is just that u didn't saw it comin, i hitted u like a shoot-to-blank trainin//

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NO BEEF HOMIE; JUST BATTLE
Now it's ur turn