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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
battled the wrong crew, and brought personals to another person.......not a very good start. Watch and learn how its done.
Bitch shut ur face, the only reason ur underground is cuz ur style is vile :: I spit like a sick Egyptian, im poundin this kat with the “west nile” // 1 (west nile virus)
This rhymes a faucet, im beating u back by settin it on “full flow” :: this boxer doesn’t have punch, the only thing he’s hittin is my shadow // 2 (shadow boxin)
Cuz solar comes with hits that blind eyes, “crackin” this “jack” leavin no surprise (surprise in cracker jacks) :: relies on pre-written shit, this “cats” a “pussy” in disguise // 3 (pussycat)
Battlin me is like a finless fish tryin to swim, he couldn’t possibly win :: underground’s skill is like an act against God, hes spittin sin // 4
He needs rhyme education, watch how I “school” this kid from up “high” (high school) :: firin this bitch like a barbeque, pull his spine out and watch him die // 5
This is child’s play, how I come with rhyme magnums and he comes with super soakers :: its like playin poker, I’m dealin and turning these “kingz” into jokers // 6
His rhymes couldn’t be sweet if they were “Goodbars,” Im pullin him down like gravity :: Undergrounds like a gay dentist, hes only interested in an anal “cavity” // 7
Thinking you can win is insanity, its like electricity you need to keep “grounded” :: if I wanted to hear shit id listen to my toilet cuz that’s how you sounded // 8
I construct unforgettable lyricals that lick like tongues of spiritual flame :: it’s inevitable, I destruct and defile the undestructable style, makin people forget ur name // 9
Crackin this kid like a computer code, hes like a scared baby bawlin tears of fear :: set myself on “merkin mode,” im pullin on this bitch’s strings like a puppeteer // 10
Editin his shit to pass, im buryin this retard "underground" alive with toxic gas :: theres no victory for him, the only way he lasts is when hes poundin ass // 11
Thought he was battling some other guy, its like a repeating triangle he’s had one to many tri’s (tries) :: in the end, the only blaze of crimson ur gonna see is the blood runnin down underground’s eyes // 12
vote on best verse.......even though his was edited and directed at the wrong person. peace.
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