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Refleckting Pure Visions
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IP:
He's An Epileptic, With No Medicatin I'll Coz Him A "Lyrical Seizure"
He'll Have To Retire From Battle Coz He'll Be In Acoma With Amnesia
He Has No Chance Of Beating Me, Like Parallel Not Being Able To Elevate
So I'll Imbrace, His Face With A Hand Full Of Losses On A Dinner Plate
You Have No Chance Of Punches Like An Amputee With No Arms Kid
He Admits It To Himself He's Whack So How He Claims To Be An Ar-tist
I'm Throwing "Ketchup" Packets Aiming To Damage And Abuse Your Brain
Bruising You Mang, It's Amuzing In Vain How This Kid's Confusing His Name
You Spit Like Bomber-Z Make's For Himself And Others Signitures
This 12 Year Old Kid Aint Even In The Grade Where You Find Out Integers
His Dreams Of Merking Me'll Never Come True Like DreamWork Pictures
He Blew His Shot Of Ever Becoming Good Like Iverson From The Sexers
Kind Of Whack But Oh Well, It Took A Little While And It's Late As Fuck Man
It's Kind Of Whack, But Oh Well
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