i come loud, hurting with words, lookout y'all rookie alert..
proud cos he key, didnt even take time to look at his verse..
flow was off on many occasions, try to keep it on, but he ends up ravin..
end of worders were dropped further out of place than unfriendly invasions..
anything i spit ends up blazing, my shits 100 percent amazing..
lacing metas with multis, punches, and flow-be perfectly adjacent..
i rhyme like ive been to university, most of u cats wont know what my verses mean..
writ essays for my 'ploma, but wrote-a hundred rhymes at the time that were worse than these..
spent my college days mercy-free ripping mc's that were confident and had heard of me..
by finish i was wording verses packed with curses to cats that afterwards learnt from me..
king of the cyphers constantly dethroned, so after spittin i leave it alone..
rulers are prone to get cocky, but teachers and preachers cool in the dome..
kid 'bove me dont know bout multis n metas, verse so cheesy, kids rollin in cheddar..
a computer mc, talkin bout records, shit i dont even know how to put bold in my letters..
yet my results come up better, with this dick rider any holes a goal and he scores goals with a header..
his spits never hot, from all ive seen not a crowd pleaser, hardly a ample go getter...
only time he decent, is cos he crept-up 'hind a real mc and bit him like he was hannibal lector..

peace.

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