Its all Love fam but..

The fact is, when the track hits, I leave ''T's-bones'' cracked-bitch..
Blast him with classics..I'm off the hook like eskimo jackets..
Go practice..screw crew drops..I'm asking "who's hot?"..
DINZ, the one who leaves MCs strapless like tube tops..
So fuck your nines and shotguns, rhymes you ain't got none..
T's dope lines are missing like dealers' when cops come..
Pound's rhymes are futile..dwindle his mental down to scruples..
He's just pissed I can't vote for him cause he seeks my approval..ok..Low Blow..

Listen Mayyyyyyyyynn...

Just cause where fam it doesn't mean i wont be mean and leave you untouched..
T-pound turn into the illest Warlord? You'll sooner see Charles Manson uncuffed..
*Saladin just kicked my ass* I'll make ya sig spell..
Make ya see "The Big Picture" so you catch a "Big L"..
Phlegm then pause .. T’s likes men in drawls, lendin’ balls..
Plus the only time he’ll flash hot, is when goin’ thru menopause..
Step up and get slammed so hard, the impact’ll crush ya core to dust..
Stuck and tore to mush, wreckin’ vitals, on hectic rivals, wit epic bibles..
Dinz runs laps ‘round your small stature, like cosmology and epicycles..
You best to learn it, be serious you don’t flow, your crest’s inert kid..
“Stop, the bell rung in the first two bars!” "Yea, Ref I heard it!!!!!!"..

Heartless...

Its all love fam

Peace
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