The only time you ahead of me is if you spit your first verse, line, or cite/
Thats untill I dispersed my first curse and leave you in the crime of the night/
Cause my words are used too burst and immerese into cowards spines or mics/
And the only one too have a win by their name is mine, not this dikes/
And how is this illusion gonna win when he has no hood tactics/ (Canada has no hood)
And he dont wanna verse me cuz my words get over slurred and durastic/
And burn this fake coward like I spit battery acid/
And how you gonna act gangsta when your city's crime rate is zero/
You and ya crew would probuly run around in speedos and think you super hero's/
But thats okay, cause people from Canada are usually lame/
And people say im insane cause i aim the Infrared beam at the brain/
And spit words that usually cause some kind of confusion/
And use my words as my weapons when i spit aganist Remixed Illusion/
And having a win by your name, no thats just a allusion/
Cause for you too beat me, there would half too be a Remixed Conclusion/

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