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atlas the vagabond
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IP:
My tek's in it's place, for respect, I kept you erased/1
shots polka-dot ya lungs, to match the bullets i kept in ya face/2
you got murdered by me, but the jury slept on ya case/3
My lyrical hits make addicts of rappers, ill by themselves, but best when they're laced/4
Dissectin his pace, direct shots to his neck and his waist/5
I let metal stiletto blades sex with your flesh and ya brain/ 6
exceptional brain, my realness spits and blesses you fakes/7
correcting this lame, I'm paid to eat mc's, i got a professional taste/8
My hetero-maturity, assures i won't flex with this gay/9
I can't take the 'L', and spit weak, wut you expect me to say?/10
potna please....
My weaponry is hidden, and i don't give a fuck wut one of these cunts find/11
I came with grenades placed to slay you and ya neighbors, blazin the front line/12
Nigga, i'm twice sicker than you, bigger, plus yer only have as mean/13
you can't spark at all, like wet matches, or bic lighters lacking the gasoline/14
Delete people discretely, I beat you in freestyle/15
My police file released, makes you keep police on speed dial/16
My writtens'll fry, my spittin makes you committed to die/17
Soliciting lines, against you, makes you wish you didn't submit a reply/18
unchained, my 'free's break, recreating disasters straight from the bassment/19
i'm sicker than eazy, escapin the grave rapin an aids patient/20
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