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Your punches are more played-out than nintendo video games, or so I'm told //
Got you to fold, mold skills to crush those who put every other word in bold //
Lyrically stunted, spit basic ballistic missles for those who can't rhyme words with gun //
run...son...sun...fun...bun...your verse must be in an oven the way im blasting it well-done //
Lets get ur record straight, one loss on ur plate, bars "higher than thou" as if they smoked crystal meth //
face your fate cuz its too late to win, my soul may have the power to give life but this time im administering death //
Green with envy, punches useless cuz im searing ur retina preventing the skill to see //
Design rhymes to access the power of time, you couldn't spit in the "present" if you were under a Christmas tree //


quick keystyle.........vote on best verse..........peace......