I ain't "tame", my lyrics so "hot-n-rugged" they like "jungle-fever".//
I ain't stumble either, give me a full bottle to swallow I'll still humble "weedyweedy".//
it not a trouble neither, this kid's "actin" on RB like tha front lines was "evening theatre".//
decieving leaders Like an Iraqi dictator, fuck war.. like Al'Quaida I'm a tragedy instigator.//
fly through your stanza's and collapse tha structure underneath-you like "Osamas-Flight simulator"....//
your firm base was soft in the first place, I'd kill any one of your lines, an' I ain't even need word-play.//
dawg you have to earn praise, and the way you're going you lucky ya don't get burned at tha stake.//
2 posts, so you just arrived, turn back the way you came.. unless you have a lust to die.//
I "figa-do", I'm-a stay an' "busta-rhyme" just in time to 'scape ridicule from some punk-ass "dime"(weedy).//
yea.. right.. ridicule, okay, that's ridiculous, this kid raps visionless.//
'cause yo, I latch onto his eyes so I can get a "Pair-a-sight", isn't this a paradigm.//
the way I "pair-ya-mind" so you argue with yourself over the outcome of this battle.//
I'm out dawg, 13 lines.. shit it doesn't matter.//

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