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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
heeeeeeeeeeere i come.............................
Play on names, Xecute this Xecution with Xtreme flames, tame X by penetrating ur mental and dissolve the membrane :: I train my dialect to pierce through the brain to “de-rail” your train of thought, I couldn’t “picture” ya verse if you placed it inside a portrait frame // 1
Surmise a lyrical surprise, put ur bars on an elevator and your rhymes still couldn’t rise, eclipse your being to suppress ur cries :: One too many tries, why battle me….Xecution? The only thing I’m A-waiting is for ur skills to A-rise // 2
Your verse could smack me in the face and I still couldn’t get a feel, your flow is out of place with a car with 5 wheels :: Ur grip on victory is loosening like hitting banana peels…packing fudge, tossing salads, be more gay and you’d have a full course meal // 3
I’ll spit leg and arm supports so your body could get “braced,” seems you picked the wrong time and place, cuz Solar equalizes Xecution like an acid to a base :: Skills are like rough drafts, they’re getting erased, I spit fire while ur plans backfire…watch Xecution’s avy grenade end up Xploding in his face //4
vote on best verse.................peace....................... ...
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