I make impacts, This clown with noobs breaks his back
How can ya flow's be ' Detained,' when ya skillz aint ' In-tact '
Bitch you the cause of fiction, wins ya soul grown wishen
Being pussy, Facing skill should be ya next ' Crew Mission '...
I rain supreme, a flow feem , call me the lyrical machiene
He must be crazy, Bitch the ' Streets ' was just ya ' Dream '
Im the victor, Ya to soft with the wrong mixture
Take ya sweet and pa-teet rhymes back ' Poetic Scriptures '...
( Tell the record Bye )
I Kill litteral, ya spits gone un-spittable, flow not visable
Im spitten the ' Whole-Bag ', Bitch you pumpin on ya ' Min-Ables '...



Explinations -
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- line 1-2, Only Battles Noobs, and he aint that good ( " aint in-tact " )
- line 3-4, He needs to try a real battle, make it a mission ( cause were in crews )
- line 5-6, " Street Dreams " was a nas rap of course.
- line 7-10, You should know...

---> Better Drop Soon Hommie, and remember " NO Feeding "

OUT

-High Class a.k.a Confusion

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