U call urself the multi master... nigga ur rhymes are just like plaster~
Hard outside n soft underneath... when my punches hit u just clench ur teeth~
Tryin to bare the pain... but u know if i connect to much ittl drive u insane~
My style goes right to ur brain... now ur on the ground just plain slain~
U couldnt elevate in a jet... dont fuck wit me im betta than any vet~
U got better odds playin roullette... cuz u know that my flow is well kept~

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