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atlas the vagabond
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IP:
I'll christen this bitch raps, with a pencil as stiff as, the salt colored chalk, on the sidewalk, that stenciled this riff raff//
...Every battle’s a lesson//
my raps collab with mack and a tek, to batter ya chest in a matter of seconds//
Watch as I’m eatin this herb//
I’m elitest to your poor talent, so when we meet, it’s like I speak from the burbs*//
you’ll go from middle to lightweight//cuz a little of my greats//Could migrate to ya system, and rip through the liver of lightweights**//
NIGGA!
…my flames are rippin this bastard//
I’m hot after death, like it just took Dominoes five minutes to deliver my casket//
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