Aight...Let Me Giva Ya A Lesson On How To Rap...Read Closely...

Our Ranks In This Battle Are Mystik¹... Young_Buck²...Ya Number’s Up/
Ya Delivery Is Wooden, I'm 'Board' Of It Like It Was A Lumber-Truck/
Took All Hope, Left Ya Spirits Runnin Low As If A Family Member Drastically Died/
Is Ya Verse A Disguise, Or Is It True You Got No Flow Like Tears Outta Swollen Eyes/
Blew Up This Battle, I Blaze More Mathmatical Prophecies Than Psychics Burning Math Books/
Performed Reconstructive Surgery, On Ya Pen -n- Scripts With A Sense Of Urgency, Just To Give Ya Rhymes A New Look/
Look At Ya Verse...Someone Look Fo Ya Flow Coz To Me All I Saw Is Random Lines/
Wanna Drop Shit Like Me?...I'll Wipe My Ass Wit Ur Verse, Then Drop It...Get Wit The Times/

Still A Bit Rusty...Lets Bring More Heat...

White Boy Tryin 2 Be Black...U Dunno Wot You Are And You Aint Got Anythin That Allows Contrast/
Think Fast...This Wigger Still Livin In The Past, No Son, Vanilla Ice Was Never Top Of This Class/
Ya Flows Are Like Lil Kids At Never Land…Your Always Suspect Wen Ur Around Mics/ (Michael Jackson)
Cause When It Comes Down To It, Ya Styles Pussy Like The Place Where You Were Birthed From/
While My Flows Are Straight Nuts And Its As If Young Is Flowin Wit No Scrotum/
Bring A Bad Name To The Middle Weights...Negative Wins Compared To Ya Losses/
Positive Tested For Wen Ya Certain To Get A Loss Of This Emcee Coz I Couldnt Be More Bothered/
Coz The Simple Fact Is Dat Your A Bitch...You Cant Deny That Wit Ya XX Chromosomes/
The Only Time Buck Ever Spits Hot Shit Is Wen Imagining Penises Are Microphones/

Yet Another Student Been Taught...This One Is Free

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