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murdering emcees verbally....point blank cuz i text battle in blind spits
im ill! but throwing your notepad into a wall is the only time your rhyme hits

my lyrics eat away at ya conceince,so you stay spitin nonsense
mad cuz my bars have ya tail on fire like the back of the haily's comet

known to shatter emcees like they anatomies were made from glass
rhymes on fire like a phoenix so when i spit i turn foes to ash

fuck it! some cats want to hit me wit the rifles,but they Know I Take Shots
kill a bastard when i load up send em Back To The Future like Michael J. Fox

and do it again,and again... replay like NBA clips at the Gund Arena
i battled rookies....vets, and self proclaimed kings and they aint Son'd me eetha

Thats it for now.
Im kind of not in the mood to type something longer.