Ight lets do dis...

Let me hit you wit that word usage first….

Breath take when I spiritualize, these lyrical lines
Speaking tumors wit words that reduce brain size
Nose bleed by venom lines like a lyrical handstand
I fill my bars to his lungs, making lyrical hand fans (like them church fans)

Come wit it nigga….

Words relaxin, I lay back, my lines divide and rip rhymes to fractions
I’ll "roll the credits", cause Mike’s lines are "missing all the action".
Mike reminds me of “Cosby”, he spits “pudding”, his words are just not “hard” hittin
My lines melt out his eye sockets and have him seeing nothing but “jello” vision
I’m stitching up his rap cause my verbs left too many holes in his mind
Mark an “X” on that spot, but your wackness made “files” hard to find (X-Files –read it again)
I could spit through your mind, break down my rhymes to teach you how to use it
Move down your spind, quick stopping your heart, now that’s acoustic
I will merk Mike's ass this first time, and leave his carcus under lead ground (Bullets)
And have his mind scattered than them pics of DP (Disaster Piece) in webcam
You say your rhymes bring clips and gaps in black pens
Nigga Please, I think you need to reload your raps man

16 lines, 8 bars....Quick right

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Grim