yo i gotta spit my shit now im gonna be gone tonite so here it is.....


Both ya be rattled. aint ready for a battle,
cuz my ryhmes butcher niggaz like cattle,
flows that fall on you like hail and rain,
knock yo ass so hard have you screamin in pain,
im a hardcore souljah, a battle tactician,
your flows so broken they needa lyrical physician,
MC's? both ya'll a bunch of fakes,
faggots that sit around and beat eachothers cakes,
when i spit, its so hot it has the crowds screamin,
You spit, all i can hear is thier breathin,
and what the fuck kinda name is white craca?
well, hell, i guess one that fits a fudge packa,
i seen ya battles, they broke as fuck,
if ya flows was people, they'd ask the homeless fer a buck,
graphex, yo shits standard mines Nvidia, (graphics card)
If you didnt push so much shit you wouldnt have clymidia,
you from canada and you think ya hard? nigga please,
put so many holes in ya head it look like swiss cheese,
now think next time before takin on Nasty Roo da great,
cuz you just got ya ass served on a plate.

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THE LYRICAL MIRACLE