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IP:
I can see through your rhymes, its like I'm starin through mist,
only way you'll beat me is if you have everyone on blacklist,
I've done "ripped" u, ur sister and your mother,
ur rhymes are more played than "2pac" bein printed on a cd cover,
u listenin to me in the headphones, come at me and get ya head blown,
i dont follow footsteps, im makin my own, go home, and develop ya own flow,
Rhymes hit ya hard in your chest, just like the Peoples Elbow,"
sorry son but your whole style just hit rock bottom,
ask 2pac how he died, even he'll say that i shot him,
I'm like batman, but i only brought on robin,
so when i come back to gotham, aint gonna be no criminals robbin,
I cant be ur superman, i cant be ur candyman, but u can be my favorite fan,
but i can ur spiderman, shootin webs gettin u caught red handed man,...
now i got u studerrin over my verse
thinkn shitt i wish i was dead in a hurse,
then u come back lookin like Lynch off da adams family,
you could touch me, and you still couldn't "hand"le me,
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