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It's AMATUER NIGHT at the apollo,with LittleB trying to engage
the crowd started booing,then Marcianno the heckler swept him off the stage
I’ll roll you like a “fat one” and “smoke you” down to the roach
Battle me with the “gangsta” approach? I’ll teach you a lesson how to rhyme and be your “lyrical coach”
Like a joint I’ll take your battle-puff it & pass, to the rest of my homies and smoke you right down to the ash
I’ll make you stand up and stare into the camera like you was on Jackass
“Hi, Lil B, and today Marcianno is gonna knock me on my ass”
Retired but now this battle will really be your last, You can go “full throttle” but you got no gas
Your life is filled with deception, a freak accident because your pops didn’t use contraception
The lyrical king is my perception, I “never forget a face”-but this time I can make an exception
Only 10 bars deep and I’ve already won, I’m a “prophet” a lyrical prophesier that can’t be outdone