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Middle Weight
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IP:
yo, my lyrically soldiers advance killin his sentrys/
Style older than the original bentleys/
with a style like yours, you have an ego?/
by the time this battles finished it be treachs score 100 your score zero/
dont want my lines too advanced because to understand tham he'll need a dictionary/
half the shit hes about to spit he will will have got from the library under fictionary/
my lyrical words creepin up to you like a cancer/
spread through your body and then smash you like a medieval lancer/
calm down man, it aint a race dont even have to spit to tell ya who is gunna get second place/
had enogh now before this cat crys like a bitch,im chasin titles like harry potter chasin the snitch
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