Yea checked out your unawakened prodigy not a tru prophecy
Comin from harlem got the harlem shake it's ur hand on the gun shaky
Flow is so slow your under water, crawlin my way to the top ill get farther
You think your harder but you and the other wack emcs barter
Constantly back and forth like an escaped slave makn his way north
Checked your teeth and gums not worth as much as ur ancestors at birth
If your the slave im the chain and forever in wackness u remain
Like the blood stain from the whip on the forgotten slave ship
Go ahead and give me lip and your script ill quick flip
You make no sense like retards that speak in slurs and blurs
Your punches have the aim of a crosseyed monkey with to much fur
So from here on out listen before you start to scream n shout
PZ

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish