finaly.. sumthing to spit against....

ima leave this bitch broken, twisted and limbs missin/
have em more divided then colors and cracked-prisms/
id smack you wit lines,but really i like nines/
like sean paul, bitch gimme the light/
id hate to get violent, but damnit this kids worth-it/
wrote this verse perfect, in which that hes getting murked-with/
i bet you coudlnt flow, if inflated with hydro/
easily un-armed hoe. im thinkin its case-closed/
you couldnt run miles in my shoes, even if i gassed you before you left/
even if you was a scientist you still couldnt calculate my effects/(my arsenal)

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