lol rerection..get da fuk out of here ill do a different one...cyhper

Ayo I pick up da mic n stroll into da circle
roll n spit hard shells...u can call me a turtle
Im carryin da cypher for a period of time
This dudes a rhyme writer just placin his rhymes
I flip it n rip it as i grab da mic wit dignity
Ma flows wicked as i turn mcees ta history
I had a challenge n left more dan three dead
its like im walking on water while dey hittin da sea-bed
We all standing in a circle looking like hoodlums
blazing up n grabbin da mic ta rip straight through-them
In a lyrical chase i loose-them...quick ta bruise them
the keep asking for rematches...but ma skills already proven
Last mcee grabs da mic as i peer in his eyes
Acting all tight thinking i dont c da fear in him rise
Us cypherers here ta reveloutinize n change evaloution
This worlds just shootin guys coz its got no solution
Ima step down now that i've left da mic half burnt
I dont like bacteria...so whoevers next, dont pass germs

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