You’re lyrically in-comprehensible. One syllabus no flavour its condensable
Your name is contradictable. No magic, its tragic. So dam predictable
Illegible and basic. Your one bar rhymes are complacent.
Just face it. Your wack. Getting Cole sores from your dads black sack.
Sometimes its like this and that. But your just historic and pre-historic
Pre-mature and rhetoric. Pre-tenses are over-played like super-sonic.
Think your snoop with gin an tonic. But your just another lil bow – wow
You aint Bronx your queens like the Nanny singing “hey now brown cow”
Hit you over the head with Dow religiously like seventh heaven
Because I am Christian I don’t believe in hoaxes, are you still eleven?
Fuck anyone who is dumb enough to call themselves magician seven

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