Iight....

Kids Got His Name Mixed Up Like His Verse Should Be Back-Lash:::
I Rewinded His Mind So I Can Hear Wackness But His Track-Crashed:::
Imma Make U Touch My Hand So U Can Feel The Ill-Ness:::
If U Were A Robber Goin After My Verse...U Couldnt Steal-This:::
Why R U Attachted To Me...Ur Not A New Born Baby:::
Ur Like A Stressed Out Car Driver In This Battle U Go Horn Crazy:::
Just An Ignorant Peasent Tryin To Get A Record Deal:::
He Even Went To Murder Inc And The Label Still Sealed:::
If U Dealed Out Crack To Me U Couldnt Be Givin Out Dope-Ness:::
Ill Leave U Like A Bum Out On The Streets...Litteraly Hope-Less:::
I Would Drop 14 Lines But U Couldnt Handle The Pressure:::
Ya Rhymes Are Strait Rushed As If U Just Took A Stressor:::

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