Aight... I'm ready.. fuck this shit is 12 lines, but you got all fucking day to drop, do your best.

Check it, this is why im an Ill Mental MC and you... just an herb. Check it:

At the mic this cat drop fruit bars like Fig Newton
And he recycle so many lines its like his verse’s a rerun
This bar got more punches than 100 herbs like you
N you not original, just the first in line to cop a few
Shit after this battle you get disowned by the Class Sic crew
You act like a thug rapper, but your rhymes betray
That you couldn’t hang if you was lynched by the KKK
Occupation: hustling… hustle for your welfare check?
Fights out, so you hit the deck, guess its better than getting wrecked
Truth fucking hurts man, but I’ll break your neck
Fuck $$, closest you got to cream is my creation seed stream
Got it all over your team.. so fuck your dream, you ain’t supreme

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RIP SMOKAJOKA WE WILL MiSS YOU!!!!!!