rhythm without beats, my accapella defeats your technique.//
what is you tha "police", 'cause this beef's lookin' more like "pork".//
of course you're not on the FM dial still on "Ham" radio imitatin' 8 mile.//
street legend, yea you know'n as the block "custy" an easy "robbey".//
dawg trust me, you must be "holdin' steel" 'cause my "spit" makes yo-penmanship look "rusty".//
you full of "hot air", ya tracks "gusty", so ya rap's a "blow job".//
I got this battle on "lock" like a "dead-bolt" you still workin' on a "door-nob".//
you're blood..? this crip gonna rip tha blue from inside ya veins ta change ya mind.//
the pain is "blind".. rip out both his "eyes".. I could use a "para-site".//
it'll help my lyrical "infection" make a final conection to the game, I swear it's mine.//

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