furoshis puts da pen to da pad but only see dat white line
time is ur ememy but u spit like you've stollen a will smith fight line,
you choke on da mic like you've got stage fright,
ur wacknees streches like rick wallers pants might,
size of ur 12 gage bulet whole dont get merit wen u cant spit verble,
you dropin lines week and fading like ur sayin shit herbal (herb)
you aint dropin lyrical myths cant reflet mine even by even minimal fifth (1/5),
you cant drop one good diss to hurt me imternaly dats da lyrical diff,
your verble onslaute couldnt match me if dr dre back you lyrically,
Drop dis fake act coz God cant help bring you through mircally,

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