back in front lines, backin up my name with sick rhymes//
tryin not to mis-vibe those niggas out there cuz im in the right lines//
trying hard to be tight, but this wack wants a challenge//
'truth' , sounds like a self proclaimer, but can he really manage?//
give already bro, dont drop your shit//
soon 'YOU'll' be droppin shit from yer ass slit//
before i hand down the mic to you , you should see the 'truth' about me//
i bust caps on al the niggas that doubt me,your wack, i'l rather fight 'albi'//
anyway, back to the point where i slaughter you//
the truth is i know you want me to//
tryin hard not to loose cuz you got speakin lessons to attend to//
havin fits when a mic is handed over to you//
cravin treats from gettin high behind your old school//
rather be an old guy, tryin hard to let time pass by//
choke artists walk off, you just stay there cryin after your sentence ended with a 'hi'//
i dont really know you, nor your rhymes either//
after this spit you'll probably have a fever//
your stuck for words cuz YOUR a 'featherweighter'//
i'm surprised you even exist, maybe every1 hates-ya//


your turn... it'll be easy for you.
try your best.

peac.

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