aite checkin in ill spit mine now fool lets go....


you're so "phony" i use you for my verizon calls/
sorry fool, but Ebay dont sell balls/
answering battle calls, yet you know you're gonna lose/
ure shits boring, slept on no doubt cuz you make people snooze/
i rap with insane pucnhes, knock ja jaw out with one hit/
you're a frickin poser, you dont know shit/
lets get this forum on fire, cuz ill spitta is here/
you might run off cuz i know its ME you fear/

Whatever u write, “it was written” like nas soph albums,
Call me christ, I’ll shoot you down with all god’s talents/
Even if you spit your “ass off”, men somehow find ways in,
Your clueless on the outside, f***ed in the mind, and blind within/
and I pack more “shells” than your tropical necklace,
With rhymes I spray 8k’s, and your left tech-less/
I’ll prove to y’all emcees I’m talented,
Whether it be building skills in cyphers, closed mic, or the gravel pit/
Y’all must “eat 4-leaf clovers”, cuz you “shit outt a’ luck”,
I’m constanly stalkin’ haters, “grind up black” like “starbucks”/
OpTiX sees more “L’s” than children when reciting alphabets,
So many, it’s like “holding spoons upon your nose”, can’t balance them/


aite spit it soon Op and lets gooooo.....

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