My skills surpass yours im just to furious
my rhymes leave ya mind weak and delirious//
Ill leave ya like George curious just thinkin
how my mind find rhymes when i say them you stop speakin//
Ill tear you up raw my words eatin at your brain
They knocks ya to tha ground like snow, sleet, or rain//
Im just a yungsta by my mind grows wisely
My rhymes leave you contagious just like Ron Isley//
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