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Miss Me?
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IP:
Seems like Apoth loves scraps, they always have him intrigued…
The way he called sloppy seconds on my punchline league…
No will power to win, already implied his desires kold…
In the position of Murder INC, watching his record fold…
Kid could be color blind but we still have him singing the blues…
I mean he picked the matches himself, looks like he chose to lose…
You at the point when wackness and a self proclaimed vet crosses…
Results are reppin ATL.. but I’m talking bout All The Losses…
You weren’t a competition, didn’t make it a contest…
Yah poetry is the same as your elevation process…(custom title)
First there was wackness but it got worse when DV came…
Your fate is depicted in the first four letters of yah name…
Stop the presses DV loses! Now it’s a festivity…
This kid’s verses are as slept on as his activity!!...
Fuck goin as many I did for Apoth you aren’t close to his skill…
Sad thing he aint got any, so what shoes do you fill…
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That Old School Mother Fucker
Aint That A Bitch?
Crhyme Sindicate
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