(13th disciple breaths life into his rhymes).....

already warned you bout the consequences when my rhymes drop/like i tripled clicked my lights when you approachin a cop/give up hip hop/keep your day job/you got a better chance masterin' the skills of controllin a swivel mop (okay i'm reloaded) i got my spiratical verbal lyrical gun cocked/realize my flows are more butter than jiffy pop/i wreck shop/but not more than you be wreckin' up verbs/your whole style is softer than Peaches n' Herb/kicked your rhymes to the curb/leavin' em homeless like bums in the suburb/hit control alt delete twice cause this battle is over/one

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