Flyweight
From: Northern California |
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My Verse
IP:
Ok dawg. Here's my verse. (Done in 15-20 mins)
Battle with Oc6, leaving ya fucked up signing off ya disability check/
You couldn't spit fire if I put hot sauce on the mic and you swallowed it/
People say I'm too young for this game to be on top/
But you couldn't be more of a man even if ya balls dropped/
You burn the innocent? We'll I burn the fuckin' guilty/
And your guilty of losing this battle, voted by the Frontline Emcees/
Your a helpless row-boat getting sunk in my sick flow/
You'll get hit with a lyrical wave that will lay you next to the titanic victims down below/
The way your leading your un-organized style into war, you must be a chaotic chief/
But I'll lay your whole army of lyrics out as if i was a psychotic belief
No one can handle my vocab., It'll have your brains stirred/
And I'll have ya running up and down helpless, just like ya avatar/
So the next time you see this face, remember who had you shook/
I usually like my fresh meat raw, but you have just been pre-cooked/
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