okay okay

no mercy when it comes to lyrical combat situations//
have your organs friends wit blue cross on regular visitations//
gats,knives and other forms of weaponary are of no use//
my ryhmes have you impared and slowly dieing like alchohol abuse//
solo soider rolla,sole controlla,perfect aim shoot through your molar//
only time your ryhmes would levitate above mine is if they were solar//
turn everyone on this site from hot to bi-polar//
take over your flavor like vanilla did cola//
juice niccahs like tropicana,peel caps like bananas,choke gangs bangas wit their rival bandanas,fuck foes friends excuse my manners//
im not one to fuck wit like hulk when he mad//
cause i'll have you statued up arms out like the dog on the jag//
sharp verses put your senses in a bag//
have your ego like this the best comp i eva had//

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BOSTON LYRICIST