I guess I'll go

my rhymes are solid gold, like I got the midus touch,
little girls skip to your verses while playing double dutch/
spittin words like metaphysical, abstract and theoretical,
but after this verse is done, your only concerns will be medical/
if you claim to be the gangsta, that makes me the firing squad,
how thugged out can you be? your greatest crime is transit fraud/
you try to be supafly, but you’re a preteen rockin the latest fad,
sorry, this ain’t like jerkin to a herbal essences shampoo ad/
are you like Brosnan, thinking tomorrow never dies?,
or are you a apostle, knowing you just got crucified/

not my best, but I hope it's good enough
your turn

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