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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
good spit by Asizzle, so looks like I'll have to come hard.....
I spit rhymes that divide this bitch into three, then tap each’s individual chi energy :: Puttin you in ball and chain and throwin away the key, spit lyrics that lock you up into “rhyme slavery” // 1
Even at his best, you couldn’t penetrate defenses more powerful than bullet vests, Im putting you to the test :: your flow is so tired it needs a rest, this kid couldn’t fuckin “deliver” if he was UPS // 2
I’ll sizzle Asizzle with solar rays from Monday to Sunday, got you fixed in rhetorical riddles :: Kill ya with no delay, the only way this faggot “tastes the rainbow” more is if he was spittin Skittles // 3
They say “Virginia is for lovers,” but I didn’t know that meant to bang guys under the covers :: this is lyrical genocide from up high where I hover, killin off cherished family members like ur sisters and brothers // 4
This is how I attack, lyricals that track targets and crack kneecaps, leavin u with a mental relapse :: He’s spittin “bars” with only crap on tap, Im getting his mind, body, and soul to fatally collapse // 5
You’ll leave with bad memories and even worse enemies if you fuck with the Tendencies, he thinks he’s the shit when his records 0 and 1 :: Got hits that sting more than a hive of angry bees, knew I would win this battle with ease cuz I spit prophecies like I was God’s only Son // 6
Got this match fixed, I come like a magician and got this bitch tricked, you need to go back to poundin the same sex :: Got this kid lyrically licked and sexually mixed, he couldn’t “come clean” if he was spittin Windex // 7
Elipse bends his lense to catch a solar eclipse to burn the shit out of this bitch, this battle was done from the start :: got his head to my gun muzzle, he comes like a “broken puzzle” cuz I took his rhyme pieces and pulled em apart // 8
as always, vote on best verse......peace.
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