the battle rules are what keep lyric masters like me away from fools, im gonna werk you like im using tools,// im rippin you apart like a rabid dog, makin you so wet the condensation leaves ya brain lost in tha fog,// i rip attack you, and smash you like a cashew, peircing ya skin and rippin half through, so what the fuck ya gonna do// da renagade left cut up cuz phive regenerate, kid you cant even pull ya own weight, better than #1 cuz im in phive state// yo this kids beggin for the end of my rap apocalypse, breakin ya nose and crackin ya hips, im givin fat lips, ta bad kids, imma make an example of you, cuz you rap shit//

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Phive Is standing Tall