yo yo yo. Mind Theory. Uh huh.

*taps mics*

This dummy spits insurance fraud in battles . . . always making false claims/
I find it funny your name's Evolve, because your wackness don't ever change//
Like informal events, when it comes to the votes there will be no tie//
I got the hardest punchlines Mos Def, leaving you blue and Black On Both Sides//
I told Evolve to elevate cause his rhymes are queer/
He tried putting the pedal to the metal but kept popping his clutch and grinding his gears//
If he cashed all the chin-checks I gave him, I'd be making him rich/
Plus I'm a child molestor in battles . . . just look at how I'm raping this kid!!//
I'm zapping your ass like microwaves, thats why your rhymes are only half hot/
I give your wack netcee verse a I-net reaction . . . . . . . . LMAO . . . //
Fake ganster. You ain't no thug . . . you ain't selling no hard white/
Overdosing on Viagra . . . . . . . . . just to say you had a hard life/
Ha. You claim you're from the gutter??? . . . Well now you're laying in a ditch/
Aiyyo . . . This kids is fucking nuts . . . . . always hanging from my dick//
Kids these days. Yo you hold heat??? Whatever . . . I'll leave you frozen//

Yo you think that you're a gift?

Haha, then fuck it . . . I'LL RIP YOU OPEN //

Evolve's holding his card with a death grip, he's worried I might just pull it/
Speedwise, your punches are slugs . . . so everytime you spit you bite the bullet//
We're on opposite sides of the country, so this won't be a close race/
Protect ya neck. I'm erasing ya fate . . . turning this wannabe Killah to Ghost-face//
Stop frontin' and actin hard. DUMBFUCK. Your fake ass is see thru/
Like battling The Invisible Man . . . when it comes to skills, I DON'T SEE YOU.//
Evolve's Big-headed and Notorious for being Dead Wrong, he can't spit the right way/
Thinkin' you're beating me you're a Mad Man, like that cat that beat KnightShade//
I guess time is an issue in this battle, cause when I run through you like jocks . . . /

*tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock*

I'll use my watch as a pair of brass knuckles and leave your eyes glued to the clock!!! //




*mic explodes*








EDIT:: By the way hard white is cocaine for the slow kids.

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