Intro
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Mic, Check... check... Who's Next to get wrecked?/
already a hole in yo chest from my Lyrical tek...//
Well your 30 lines on the dot/
you choking on this line cause your a biter and you've just been caught//
Stop! dont try to escape, its to late, accept fate/
like a geek who is on check mate, loosing it quick at this rate//
Leaving you in a State of undesired pain/
Now noticing the red on your shirt aint just a stain//

Warming up
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Now knowing your up against the metaphysical./
Me beating herbs like you is like a day to day ritual//

Trying to come out hard like a football player on Madden/
after this loss you'll be hiding like bin laden//

Dropin biological lyrics like Husane/
as my verbal will have you melting like acidic rain...//

Finishing Touch...
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GameTime you need more structure in every line/
Cause if I was an artichtectual cop your ass would be fined//
Cause you have no skill... coming quick saying you was ill/
cause all you really did was get someone else's rap put my name and fill... too bad in this battle your ass been killed...//

Any ways tight battle I think this is going to be a close one...