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Middle Weight
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IP:
You're done.
Trigga, you got no future in rap...... just ain’t a star, g
How the last time he saw green was logging onto RB
See I got this thing called talent, and kid you just lack this
Name's TM... meaning he got his own brand of whackness
Chase's worst still, the name just shows he plenty dumb
Called BC.. cuz his styles’s been around couple millennium
Can’t recognize you whack... but I’ll have your ego punctured
Way I only give you props… so you can fix that wack structure
Blew your one big chance, now you history, herbs can't see me
Sieze the day? These herbs couldn’t Caesar, if they had 100 BC
You bitches could never compete, don't even need to bring the heat
Cuz damn if rhymins your gift..... I hope you bitches kept the receipt
Lyrical virus is a joke, a nothing, even herbs easily whore ‘em
Not even on the list, when fucking ENERGY got his own forum
I mean, might be something in your blood....... but it sure ain't rap
I'll take this battle in fashion... n leave your chest covered in Gaps
I’m another level…... while ^ those the only top 16 you’ll ever be in
I’d say my punches hit hard, but my kicks the only thing they seeing
My rhymes got these bitches sputtering...... succumb to fatigue
Cuz these five weeks is the only time you’ll ever be in our league
... goodbye.
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