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Ill Nigga Alert.
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IP:
This battle collide Iam here to wreck you with rhymes...
Right after nine eleven I still perplexed u with crime…
Stop at ensembles cuz your voice sounds like shit on a track...
That's why after 3 years there's no audios you're a bitch and you're wack…
You Filthy Rich nah... cuz you can't afford studio time…
You say mainstream cats bite you... but is that truly your rhyme?…
Talk about a meteor shower,I rock your girls world like I was one…
First battle between us I’am at medium power,excelling vertical…
Above your sight like paramecium prowlers, I'm featuring proud words…
In the streets you'd throw the towel in, complaints and outbursts…
Emanatin from you, till the muscles in your face and mouth hurt…
Separate your trousers, nobody present to fuck me up,you're now served…
You just recieved a sentence, count the jurors…
I’am the best in dis And I'm all about the words…
If you refuse to show the evidence, then regroup your flow and refute the blow…
If you won, I'd simply choose to go... to your mothers house and renew the show…
You should've known never to battle me,now feelin a cock to your throat…
Hardly accident prone, not the best but savage and too close to G.O.A.T…
Now.....Come on drop your verse.....
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