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IP:
A little late to the battle, either way I'll be the victor...
Strangle you with words resemblin friction of boa constrictors...
With a gentle-kiss,i could make your girl love me tonight...
But that aint right,it'd be like 'britney' doin a collab wit Obie Trice...
My mind so subliminal that your kind cant even measure up to mine...
U could kick my shit wit nikes,& still be unable to check-my-ryhmes...
Refraining from dope text blessed with hope ness to artillery to bomb vets...
Yet thru ya words you make non-sense imagery content?...
My verses are above morbit shit...
While your style"anicent" like it was wrote before the stars first orbited...
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...Hit Me Up On The Original Wicked One...
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