man nobody cares bout ur shit, so dont rap about it/
you grew up on the street? who gives a crap about it/
i hate punks like this that rap bout gangsta shit/
any day ill burn u bitch, the guy's got no skill no wits/
so you pop gats flip switches hit bitches/
you grew up on the street, scared shitless/
witness to killings, emotionally distressed/
u winge then expect us to respect u, get with it./
u'll get props not from firin shots but from havin more wins than loss-es/
u think u drop acid drops just cos u say someone aint real and mock what they write up?/
true lyrical prowess watch as i boast my powers/
shower fuckaz like u wid thousands of words per hour/
i pull numbers like lotto, my lines are damn hot, yo/
quick, smart and sharp like the lone desperado/
bravo, u can mention niggaz and swear, that shit dont get yo ass anywhere/
u just a clone of a clone, someone prone to copy shit from here and there/
u write the bear basics, the basis of your structure resembles 50's cents/
worth what his name states, full of shit, what u tryn to represent?/
another 8 miler, freestyler, but before battles a memorizer?/
citer of pre writ rhymes and but one likes ya?/

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