ight.. i rushed this...

..: Lyrical Might against Thug Whyte? This kid was challengin me, thats right :..

Oh no, whoa.. let go of his flow outta-control, or so I been
told..Crew votes are tha only votes he holds.. but they
never polled.. time to seek and destroy, read it.. is
this good? or you want it in bold?//

..: Wack openings are the key to great Merkings :..

Bitch thinks hes tight..Hes only gettin colder, like bi-polar boulders.. their called icebergs, think he'd know this as he got older..mr. big bad soldier.. wit dislocated shoulders 10 times over this poser.. system left him solar..Loss is the only thing gettin closer//

Asked "wanna-be-a-friend-to-me".. tha answer he sent-to-me was that he was a memeber of Undeafeatable Tendencies, so
I had to tend-to-see.. that he was tryin to pretend-to-be
a threat-to-me.. hes naht even noticed like guys who
vend-machines i vent-for-free.. damn, how many
sets-you-see wit kats that rhyme-like-me, and can use so many
words just to diss the Tendencies?//

Subliminal criminals.. original traditional idividuals.. interpretation.. you suck, verbally miserable, like compouned minerals.. come to my crib, mics down, and we'll get physical//

Ask for votes, but cant get 'back-to-dem', better luck practicin.. slippin lookin where his traction-is, hes satisfactionless.. no one even cared if he raps-in-this, tryin to satisfact-the end.. cuz he knows he'll never have flow like that-again//

Cuttin, pastin, erasin..holy shit that was basic.. but hey, its tha way you make it.. It aint too hot, its too bitter to taste it.. like dried out bacon.. win against me? highly mistaken.. left forsaken, ackin.. I'm done wit this fool, tha lot is vacant//
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thought i was done.. decided to add another one to tha sum..leavin you like nooses.. hung like holy intentions gone extra-pretentious.. figured i'd give ya just one more sentence til i was done.. 4 wins for me but solar elipses win against me.. None//