Aight, check it...
What the hell? Spittin' that, thinkin' you might win some?
Oh, I get it, ur one of those guys who get merked for fun
I feel you though, dawg, I know you have the drive to win
But your battlin' me, now you've just committed a holy sin
Spittin' the worst bars I've seen on RB in a while. They do exist!
U know... Those wack newbies with no style. Not fazin' my gist
I ain't even tryin', dawg, I'm merkin' you with will. Time to Kill Bill
But there ain't gonna be a sequel wit room for ur garbage lines to fill
I guess your flows are always gonna be wack. It's inevitable, mate
If ur gonna battle here, at least find out the meaning of "elevate"
It's time for me to go, and end to this quick merk, your outta luck
Next time you think about a battle, remember just how much you suck
Later

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Lyrics
One Man Crew
Most of 'em hate me, and it's a rare one who loves me
Niggas fillin' up with rage but they ain't gettin' above me
And after all the battles, the wins are no longer surprising
Pushin' bar after bar, takin' over the game, revolutionizing
Never thought of takin' help from others, see, I'm too proud
And every battle raises the volume of a voice speaking aloud