Clearly composed, lyricism unreal but enough to take out fake foes/
Clearly influenced by those, Whose poetically deep, while still rakin in dough/
Signs of being stopped, have been ceased to exist, like comparing a small dick to Jay-Z's lips/
Nobody can stop what has become of me, The Kobe Bryant of rrap, rapin Newbies Lyrically./
Supposedly speakin, being vet status in real Emcees, like there was no other strivin to be best Topically/
Changin back to old styles, raw lyrics is back, You ain't know you got robbed, becuase you ain't know about Jack/
Pretty much now, my flow has been stopped, my piece is cut short, but i still know im on top/
those on top droppin this for aNb, best rhymers, poets, and emcees lyrically/
The theme of the day is how can we be stopped, because our lyrical vests are like corks to soda, we can't be popped/
Not the average flow representin anb to its end, because evil rhymes for satan, and hell is sent/

blahhh writer's block, uppin nonetheless

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