ya need to get on with that, i hope your respondin back/
you best be alarmed though Joe comes armed with raps/
postin under you's the only way your raps above mine/
ya name suits you well, kid, ya raps smells like fungi/
type all day and you cant lay what i do in one line/
above you so far you confuse me with the sunshine/

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858