the duty is done, sent not a crime, cuz kemy$t be gunned/
and I'll just be witness to his own suicide/
when I rip that fine line, with rhymes so hard/
spit shine, when I punch this fucka in the eye/
watch yo ass sit down and cry, complain to rights/
cuz this bitch ain't man enough ta fight/
u ain't no motha fuckin emcee, quit the dream/
cuz u only be actin femcee, when u streak, and a dick caught between ya teeth/
listen to u plead, soon as someone comes beef/
u spit harda then me? bitch please/
u betta off just steppin down to take a knee/

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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>