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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
Im spittin body blows that hit high and low, u couldn’t spit bars if you exhaled jail rows, enclose ur mental so you could “strike a pose” :: u spit confused like a stripper without clothes, cuz I got ur roles reversed as a “pimp without hoes” // 1
I’ll admit im not sentimental, im battling someone without the proper credentials while diluting and polluting ur mental :: I pump more lead than a factory of pencils, cuz u couldn’t outline my rhymes if you had a lyrical stencil // 2
even if pimpin had sixty 9's he wouldnt have enough guns, its like a race the way im givin him "the runs" :: spit so much fire from my lungs its like im spittin suns, shoppin at pastry stores are the only way you get "buns" (girls butt, if u didnt know) // 3
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