Aight, no more talk..... King Solo, you up first

First time I'm seein' King Solo, So here's sometin' new and hot,/
CJ, mic-wrecker B.R.A.N.C.H. str8 runnin' a coups detate,/
13-3 that's alright, but who you think that you impressin',/
Votes was from illeterates, just saw 2 boxes and started guessin'./
1754 under the crown means your recycled bars is antique,/
Ain't wit da Roc or in Tennesse, but your style is still Bleek,/(Memphis)
Claimin' to be the greatest like you think you Mohammed Ali,
Punches ain't hittin', so we know u don't sting like a bee./
Or float like a butterfly, cause you ain't a real Monarch,/(monarch Butterfly)
Got you shook like the lights out and you afraid of the Dark./

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