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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
deal with this lyrical might, Thug Whyte..............................
I spit with poetic precision that splits deadly incisions in your visions, im envisionin the merkin of Thug Faggot like it was my “holy mission” :: feed off my verse, its like eatin poison provisions, cuz admit it, your spits got less flow than “movies with intermissions” // 1
The only way hes “magnetic” is if I pumped him full of flak, Thug “speaks with his ass” when he raps because he always spits wack crap :: “de-rail” ya trails cuz im reversin ya “tracks,” got this kid suckin so many balls they call him Thug Sacs // 2
This shits a battle feat, greet wannabe Thug by makin him eat cement so he can taste true “street” :: secrete insane flames to tame “elites,” you couldn’t “run with me” if you were a fuckin track meet // 3
Im whiting out what Thug Whyte writes cuz its against mind and rhyme rights, “smoke” this bitch’s ass more than a pack of Marlboro Lights :: throw more frightful punches than ones in heavyweight fights, swallow gasoline and light your lungs is the only way you could “ignite” //4
You could grow wings and couldn’t “ascent” to this event, I spit like an angel from hell cuz these lyricals are “hellbent” :: its like I sent your verses on a descent, you couldn’t defeat the “nature” of my rhymes if you were spittin all the “elements” // 5
Inflame ya brain with spits that frame your mental, I’m stickin a “fork” in this battle as if I was spittin kitchen utensils :: ya couldn’t “trace” my rhymes if you outlined em in pencil, cuz you come more “played-out” than old school movie rentals // 6
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