alrite listen-- yo, yo--

this mans comin ere callin himself streetslang but i understand every word he says/
takes this punk days 2 think up different ways 2 serve up pre-written shit thats more obvious than a broken bone through x-rays/
ur punches, u mite aswell tickle me wiv a feather, weither or not u ever put a line together is forever a mystery 2 endever/
clever, u wudnt be ere if u ad 1 live cell in ya head, cos my lyrics pierce straight through u, like lead i leave u dead/
wishin you'd never sed "open callout", didnt know u were in 4 a public fallout/
u came "level" headed u leavin wiv a loss, cos u cudnt keystyle quik if you inhaled an overdoss of "NOS"/
man the streets is callin you 2 hang up ya mic, cos your families already liked cos ya mums the village's bike/
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thats a "wrap" wiv no need 4 take 2, cos no matter wot u do your ass is still new//

alrite uppin!