Light Weight
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IP:
I'm foretelling ya weakness, so make-a-rhyme or get smoked-on-the-mantle
This is a waste-of-time, so those who are wise don't even post-in-ya-battles
This dude ain't ill, the only thing he's finna kill is the fun-I-had-in-rapping
It's a fact ya rap's wack but for the title of asassin.. it's tha gun-in-hand-ya-lackin
I'mma "cop" this win and show you a real "beat" since you claim-to-be-the-criminal (killah)
Not backing off in "eye" with defeat like it's a shame-to-"see"-the-subliminal
Cerulean can pack a million pounds of pressure into the width-of-just one-bar
Check yaself man... I'm the little red thing flashing madly on the grid-of-your-sonar
This killah's hampered like dirty laundry, so I'ma take his dirty ass to the cleaners
Fuckin stage-demeanors, actin strange... this dude's so vain he's intravenous
Fallacious masochist actresses put a challenge to this and failed it miserably
Syllable slash and punchline you accurate... that's "Unbroken Perfection" seriously!
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