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Solar, your just another lil bitch that ups his record by battelin lil ‘herbs’ /
Well im superb, and I’ll simply be merkin ya and dumpin ya like ‘ashes’ on the curb //

Your just anotha weak emcee tryna hide behind the Execs, Prewritin 24 hours, cuz its obvious you aint havin Sex /
When I drop my flows weigh a ton, you’ll collapse just like those people in ‘Chicago’, lodged between ‘decks’ //

Fuck, you battle me? You couldn’t up a verse if you were facing Dr. Seuss, Prepare you ass for some verbal abuse /
In this battle theres no truce, don’t even post its no use, cuz like a Klan member at a black mans hosue im tyin the noose // *

Lights out? If you were facing a midget you couldn’t win the bout, Your careers like the ‘desert’, your in a lyrical ‘drought’ /**
You’ll be caught up in the ‘hook’ of my game, like a fuckin trout, ya couldn’t spit a clean rhyme if you filled your mouth with shout // ***

‘Eclipse’, damn right, cuz im ‘knocking out your lights’, you’ll be wishing you had left after feelin one of my rights /
Your rhymes ‘byte’-- kind of like if you dropped your comp from high ‘heights’, looking for skill is like tryna find cartoons at night //
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* - No disrespect… but it’s a proper analogy…..
** - Look at his sig for the lights out shit….
***- Shout = Laundry detergent… get it….