Its SIN son,I flip tung,never kick it in reverse
Been none but one witnessin my birth
I member in fin(five)flat I had that,wrote n posted my verse
I sat back,ready to attack at the first
But no nothin not frontin for a month or summin
Then they come in sayin im bluffin
Had to dust em so im rushin n cussin up a storm
Word was born,they say "He leave ya ass torn"
No mourn 4 softmore,f*ck a battle its war
So they thought they hardcore,but I evened the score
Theres more they Bit so much they needed 10 carts
What ya take me for I see ya teeth marks
Ya facin Lyrical incarsuration
Wit them lines passed down generation to generation

lil freestyle bout my first battle a grip ago

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