from chapter 1-"Laying Plans" of Sun Tzu's: The Art of War: "The general that hearkens to my counsel and acts upon it, will conquer: let such a one be retained in command! The general that hearkens not to my counsel nor acts upon it, will suffer defeat:--let such a one be dismissed!"



my apologies bro... win or lose, everyone loathes ur interludes.
admit it homo, word perfect should just save their flow for innertubes.
no need to expose this bitter feud; i'll erupt in this match against crook ed
heard ur preppin' for crunch-time... better luck doin' half of a sit-up.
ur the last to get rid of... i've honed my attack to leave u alone in the tracks.
u get dethroned in this match. like ur crews greetings, even crook knows he's a 'sap'.
loaded and strapped; debates are whack... cats won't consider ur bland tales.
it figures ur plans failed... crook an emcee? only thing he delivers is fan mail.
it's a man's grail... little boys get fucked and crook's just a boisterous slut.
the only time u'll ever hoist a cup is when dry throats need to be moistened up.
devoid of luck... he's on the air, get the noose ready for hang-time.
my punches explode when i drop'em, so watch ur step if i 'land-mine'.
far from stressed by ur sad rhymes. i'm leaving u slit with abrasive scars.
Jesus bitch, u need deodourant... stop tryin' to 'raise the bar'!
the grave ain't far... ur too young to persue through a packed house...
last time this fossil reached for the top, dude threw his back out.
confused from the fast rout? celebrate while the crowd sheds the confetti.
why even bother posting a verse? i bet everyone's read it already...
from Barney to Betty, don't mind the 'rubble' from forced pressure.
writing? don't go through the trouble. save ur drafts for war efforts.
i'm more than better... a display of prowess? ur verse is the worst version.
crook's the nerd virgin denying who he is by posting his work in the third person.
served for certain; a "dick-rider" i'm trustin' he'll brandish me.
but honest crook, here's not the time or place to be discussin' ur fantasies.
handed the savagery; ignorance is bliss, and even kids doubt ur wit.
so make ur attempt at this 'feat'... u'll just get a kick out of it.
how bout a pic? we all know ur ugly. u could use another disguise.
when crook tries to face the music, he finds that it covers its eyes.
this battle is mine... on top of a landslide is where i'ma win from,

my vision's only squinty from the spotlights... care to dim-sum?//

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