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a perfect imperfection...
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IP:
you're finished.........
Played punches play your part, ur verse must be a painting the way I rip your art apart…
Mark victory charts, couldn’t get higher than me if u smoked ur name from the start…
Serve you a loss on a platter, ur chatter is crimson so I must have struck a nerve…
Swerve ya verse, your words must be a racetrack the way they’re connected by curves…
Disperse verbal inspiration, break ur system down cuz im spittin too much information…
Crack communications, my bars get holy elevation like saints with sacred revelations…
Leave nothing but devastation, shatter Mary’s mental clear like broken glass…
You can’t last, skills to fast, rewind time to pick pieces of a victory of moments passed…
You think u can win? I break confidence, splatter you around like messy condiments…
Displace your face, place your picture in a pond so you could go fishing for compliments…
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