It's murder! And I'm doin 'm worse than the Source did. .
It's tournament time, concerned with his rhymes, E thinks he need more-bids. .
Speak of the devil, Rich wen't feminine. . When confronted he speaks soft
"Why this mismatch?" you ask. . The boss wanted the weak off. .
"Bring flames!" tik tells me. . In accordance, you must be burned and disowned
Untattered it seems, I shatter his dreams and return to my throne. .
This art's offical: Intelligence, is dope. . But Perfect's killin devout crews
With Quo and Tik behind me, it doesn't matter. . The blood's spillin' without you
Rich 'N I love to hurt, we're masochists. . But his pain has been used
It ain't hurricane season, Mr. Roker. . But believe, G's reign continues

I dropped ten since your busy. Match It. Atta

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