*pushes Krash DJ off the stage & grabs mic*

its the real-champ back on the stage.. u know u feel me
stay blindin peeps w/ my punches.. now u can't see me
like a Haley's comet.. I just stay throwin punches fast
& u said: "how come i only see green?"..
well thats becuz i got ur face in the damn grass
ur rhymes are ass.. that shits in the past.. think quick
when ur on the toilet.. is the only time ur droppin shit
u stupid bitch.. u got nuttin but played lines.. shit dont rhyme
but whats worse is that..
i can't believe me battlin you.. is actually wastin my time
i shine.. bout to take wats mine.. but fuck you hoez
my rhymes are in columns.. in 2 by 5 rows
b-ILL like clinton they say.. but u better get out of my way
b4 i put u in the grave.. but ur just a horse.. steady eatin that hay
fucka structure.. bout to puncture ur damn brains out
shove my punches down ur throat.. so u'll have a full-mouth

*drops mic*

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..The Council..
7 Day Theory