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IP:
MY VERSE
Your forced punches couldn't be read to son me.
If they were red in the sun... without sunscreen.
Know your place next time... and I wont have to remind you.
Your hype is over, like watches on birds... your time flew.
Cross my path but i'm like a reverse black cat to Brixton.
After my post he'll edit his verse and at the end say just kiddin.
It's do or die like my LLL match with Phixion, You know what i'm sayin?
Oh my bad you couldn't even get an entry match, Your style is vote swayin.
With a record like yours, you'll be S.O.R.E. lacking some serious dopeness.
You thought you were going to fast when you saw, Caution: Slow Kids.
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