You aint no gangsta, you’re a pussy with a mouth for a gun//
U claim to be the real shit sissy, but when confrontation comes, you run//
If I had the chance to pop you nigga, I’d do it for fun//
Watch your ass hit the deck when your blood starts to run//
This beef isn’t over nigga, its just begun//

You claim you’re the shit in the industry scene//
But you’re a coward, a pussy and that’s how its always been//
Scheming with niggas to make hits for your label//
Half the shit you say isn’t even worth throwing on a turntable//
You’re not able to hold down a name for yourself//
Wait til I clap u nigga, ima have your brain on my shelf//
Imposing you’re the top dawg gangsta around//
If that was, true I wouldn’t be fucking you’re dame n saying “thank ya” aloud//
Like a cloud of misery, I’m here to bring distress//
Invest in a vest of stainless steal, in fact its best, if u were to just feel//
The power of my lines, when I confess behind times, after I kill//
Brill or intelligent, I bring a new element of verbal content//
That translates in every continent, like it was words which god sent//
Significantly bent, after a toasting of lines//
Maybe this will stop you boasting to crimes which you never devoured in//
I’ll say this once, n never again… Nigga your nothing but a has been…//



You aint no gangsta, you’re a pussy with a mouth for a gun//
U claim to be the real shit sissy, but when confrontation comes, you run//
If I had the chance to pop you nigga, I’d do it for fun//
Watch your ass hit the deck when your blood starts to run//
This beef isn’t over nigga, its just begun//

Forbidden from the heavens above to hell below//
I take your life, with a mic in a single blow//
Gangstafied nigga, haha. I don’t think so//
You’re more likely to be a singer in a talent contest show//
From back to throw, I push any cat with pressure//
Begin my restitution, im the next trend setter//
You can send me a letter or an invoice of my life insurance//
I’ll beat you to the bullet; I’m powerful n strong like an ox or a tarus//
I have a dream and I’ll full fill it, while you’ll seem like a tourist//
I made the team with spirit; your ass knows what the score is//

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'