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retired.
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IP:
Aight yo.. check it.. might wanna whip out the dictionary...
Yo how you think you gonna win them punches simplistic
When you dealing with a master linguist, lyrics ballistic
That got your brains smear, I'm revered and feared cuz I make carreers disappear
How you gonna persevere here when my spit so hard it leave your face reengineered?
I'm lightyears ahead, like if I was your breath you couldn't catch me
Don't even act tough, only 9 you got you drew on a etch-a-sketch, g
I'll get 5 votes in quick succession, even now the W in my possession
Especially when your whole verse is a fake gansta impression
Fuck your hammers, this verse like a hammer throw, leave you with a L bestow
Would have been better off with another no show, look at your record and its like a bowl of cherios, all "Oh"
Like the crowd when I'm at the mic, cheering when I land each blow
Dog your punches all miss while mine diss subliminal
The shit I just pulled man, it ought to be criminal
Apply the pressure, your heart blown a gasket n i got your brain in a basket
This is what happens when you leave/live life at the edge - you end in the casket.
Peace.
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RIP SMOKAJOKA WE WILL MiSS YOU!!!!!!
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