Yo dis is a verse dats gonna b on a lyrical mastermindz collabo called rap game:

In the rap game there are so many MC's who r fake
Boppin' it about in an iced out chain, thinkin' their great
In their own little world, their own little bubble
Runnin' like Ja Rule at the first sign of trouble
Then theres the opposites, g-riders who live for that shit
So caught up in the streets, they've often been hit
50 Cent, Dr.dre and pac were all shot
They recovered, hit the studio, and come bak hot
Alongside, u got ur intellectual lyricists
Educated niggaz,.. competent linguists
Off the top of my head many examples include
Mos Def, Kweli, Ganagstarr and Tha Roots
Not forgetting real MC's from the past
U gotsta holla at Commen Sense, B.D.K and Nas
Moving further afield to examine tha game
U got grimey brovas, who r neva tha same
Deep crunk'd out voices, scary as fuck
DMX, Cadillac Tah, WC wassup
U tha niggaz that always raise up a club
Nowadays u got hip-hop fusions
With other genres, damn it gets confusing
Hip-hop with dancehall, r'n'b and rock
Oh well, God forbid we evre fuse with pop
The rap game can be divided into many categories
Lots of different boxes to place every MC
"best rapper alive" contains the name tha Elusiv G

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7/10 dawg good job homie

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yo i'll giove you my verse in a bit maybe 2morrow

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Lyrical Materminds

BigBootyChick

good drop keep it up you might get somewhere

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tite shit, nice dis to ja rule, hella tite dawg

titest shit i read in a while