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^ "V.S. Synikal" <-- title

LYRICS
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Literal spits hit with criminal intent.//
this synikal kid's bent thinkin' he's even got a chance.//
please, u like the condom of rap, wrapped around the mic to block ya-own flow.//
I ride bare back, just so I can bust and still go.//
bars so hard it's like they steel-toe.//
I don't throw punches; I kick to move an inch in this industry.// yo (<--laughed speech)
then when I hit I stick syn with a head injury.// (<-- Ohhh noooo)
you can't injure me; If I were a glove my brand be everlast.//
when you up in a club rhymin' you sound like everlast.//
your sound'll never last, go pound another ass.//
one more round, why? so I can choke down another laugh.//

--choking a laugh sound "yeah"--

Why you rappin' like you on a roll.//
you got a better chance of making honor roll.//
glue four quarters together and still not get a dollar-yo.//
you horrible... I could do better in kindegarden.//
and I was only four years old..//
deph-init-ions, definately the last four digits anyway.//
i-o-n-s..ions, so small in this game it takes all of 'em to even bust a nine off.//
I'm like click, click, click.. shit I twitch to let mine off.//
to me this battle's just a "write off", in text I'd kill you,//
in audio, shit.. I'm so slick you just slide off.//
I'd murder every one of your lines dawg, even if I coughed.//
your rhymes soft, impotent scripts.//
my shit so potent you just dazed when it hits.//
amazed while people not even phased by your shit.//
my aka's krazed, trust, threre's reasons for that.//
the reason for that is; I don't give a fuck about nothin' you ever did.//
step up-face to face, bitch you'll never live.//
never survive one more second of life.//
damn, u lucky this online, I take rhymin' serious.//
so if this cat get curious about how far he can push.//
I get furious and hand-'im his own ass, like you "sedamm" and I'm "george bush"//
oh mr.sandman bring me a "dream"(scheme) of boered looks.//
off key like your chords crooked, call me mobb deep 'cause I got this board shook.//
I don't know how this weakling got in the door, look.//
I pour spit off tap like an open bar.//
got you watchin' in awe as my force comes strong not stoppin'-at all.//
offin' anyone who steps-up; y'all droppin' to coffins.//
fuck it, I'm done, turn this beat off.. I'm wastin' wanna-be's too often......

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