kill u on the dime, cuz krushblind missed to switch hit the sides/
and I know that bitch can't stick with the rhyme, but he's not the one to diss this time/
instead I got this bitch with the freaky eyes/
lookin out at both his sides, cuz he afraid to look straight to stand up and fight/
instead he's like "I lost the knife", so I'll just cut ur rhymes slice by slice/
bitch u to nice, cuz u spit with ice, couldn't breath fire, even if u ate every hot herbal spice/
an christ got u locked and chained, crucified by ur own ppl cuz u a shame/
and u can't feel the pain cuz u insane, and u ain't got the brain to bust the rap game/
so now I'll juss end this straight, so just creep away/
must be y u named urself chameleon, so u can just blend in and sneak away/

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<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=red)>Atmosphere - inspirations of following in the footsteps of story tellin rhymes</table></center>

<center>Corrupted Visions</center>

<center><table style=filter:GLOW(color=black)>Giving Sight A Third Eye</table></center>