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NeW WorLD DiS-OrdER
IP:
yo im resurectin the next creed of emcees/
who blow enough to rock trees ta no leaves
flowin to be da ill supreme of all rhyme schemes/
from simple thoughts to playin in wide screen dreams
drill through the surface to realease da true ill skills/
droppin corpses of fake emcees in hilled land fills
leavin earth the roamin land of the hectic and majestic/
no room left for da fake and domestic
we havin all angles covered like a quadraseptic plan/
for the fake types nuttin but pain, scorn and disdain
for emcees dat wanna tatse der'd be ample to sample/
meltin skillz inta tracks like dey was burnt off a candle
>aint done<
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