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u couldn't be ill even if u had an allergic reaction/
defeating me iz impossible like dividing decimal fractions//
I'm da real deal u ain't nothin but a distraction/
girls cling 2 me like plus and minus magnetic attraction//
when u spit yo rhyme u'll throw 1 punch and then i'll counterattack/
i'll dislodge yo adam's apple and clog yo digestive tract//
I smoke mo crackheads than da drug itself/
after I'm done toying wit yo azz i'll throw u back on da shelf//
I'll cave yo chest n and leave u wit artificial respiration/
I stay a level above u n suspended animation despite da laws of gravitation//
U couldn't get around my rhymes even if u were sitting on my axis of rotation/
U betta call a plastic surgeon cuz my rhymes will cause disfiguration//
I'ma sensation like Carter my verbals got da crowd con"VINCE"ed (Vince Carter)/
My rhymes r heavier than Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince//
In dis event my time iz spent giving yo brain a verbal indent/
I'm sorry 2 say u a Wanksta and ain't even worth 50 Cent//
I'm like an epidemic my skillz r widespread/
U iz a deadman wallking no wonder they gave u da name da "Living Dead"//
So shut da hell up u punk ass clown/
or i'll change yo Gucci outfit into a hospital gown//
I'm "Unbreakable" like Bruce Willis i'm like shatterproof glass/
Yo skillz wouldn't come close even if we measured em by atomic mass//
when I spit my rhymes yours cancels out and becomes nuteral/
It ain't imparative dat I win dis battle its Kru-cial//

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I was born and raised n da Atl/
Now living n da freezing realm of Hell//
But i'll give u dis 1 piece of advice/
Don't mess wit da hottest nigga on ice//


battle record (2-1-0)