Like skyscrapers, their ain't no toppin' me, like the lottery you gotta Fall Lucky//
I'll make your fleet retreat cause your Complete Arsenal couldn't defeat A Small Country//

Ya style cant be savored, you couldnt have flavor if i appointed your glands//
Your verses are like invisible periods because theres no point man//

Wording on you is wasted, because every bar you key is just the basics//
your hated and tighter on dicks than a jail full of high positioned probation anklets//

I serve herbs with quickness, but battling fags like this is random//
when he spits a show, the crowd sits down because no-one can stand-him//

if u were beyond logic then you shoulda known what i touch turns to gold//
i got blister flows, his magazine is just a cover up cuz i tore him through center-fold//

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