here we go:

you'll have the same "beat" as logikal, these rhymes leave you ill,
like you guys are 2pac and Cash Money, but lacking their skills/
I'm "mystical", I make you "stutter", whats that you're trying to say?
I bust my glock on your skull, you don’t survive the "gun play"/
These rhymes are the cement on your feet, you sleep with fishes in ponds,
You still won’t see Pussy Galore if you’re the next James Bond/
I make you scream “Uncle!” like a family reunion rapist,
If you were shopliftin from a rhyme store, you still couldn’t take this/
like humpty dumpty diarrhea, your rhymes are soundin so shitty,
mine aren't so sim-pull(simple),while you're jerkin off to Sim City/
these syllables are Notorious, bringin some "bee to your eye" g,(B.I.G)
"stingin your retina", like Stevie, I'm the Wonder you can't see/
you're a 70's pothead, I make you dazed and confused,
I swear I'm droppin bananas, cuz I leave this fruit bruised/
I igniting your words, charring you with 3rd degree burns,
this 10 year old in the 50's, getting strapped till he learns/
like Amelia Earhart, I aerially fly your verse into an abyss,
If I was a 6 string guitar, there's still no way you coulda "play"ed this/

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