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My rappin is happnen/

smacking and gitnit crackin

transaction and the words from tablet causes girls to cop the album

facts is Im passion in rap track tact fashion

lastin like a champion when crashin man crash in

You panic when I spit or spat it brigga brak back lashin

crafting chants like magic to enshrine the mic enchantment

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When you start thinkin that you could ever get a win victory

the blickery ya history miss mcs a mystery

get it together or u gonna wind up missing teeth

black your eye, youll go see the doc for your hickory

yip yerre, stick twistin like its a history, lesson you get the message or I massage you with history

spit sixteen, you couldnt know what you were missing b

addition to your symphony is litterly ability

crip and clean, no problem gettin the bars across

I got the heart, while you blowin green like a christmas tree

just for cheese, gettin it in with grippin team

lit the speach, and now your mikes missing like Krispy Kreme

get the beat spit the heat and lift weak mcs till the get the beats

the stuff I spit is sick, in fact it's that of sickening
 
I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside/

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside//

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside///

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside////

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside/////

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside//////

I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside//////
 
I couldn't decide if I felt the math inside

Rivaled rhymes, collide with idled minds colliding/

Supremisis of geninious, invious,/

Madder than Madden players without a genie stick/

Bake the raps take the cash spray he caket take the pic-a-nic- basket dribbling within the the tablet/

Action! I Snappin while snappin and spazzing on spazz wack rap captian dancing/

Decide if you really want the punishment of the practice/

Cause if you get canned it could get drastic/

Branding the mic with c might devitious mix devious with the fragment/

Can up the raps unless you want the back hand/
 
Spittin the writes cryptic devine splittin ya mind

Dribbling ice shifting the rind deliving rhymes with impressive schematics

devoted to getting it smackin in the tab in the tablet

focused on spatting the written: Korean Dragon

mastered, plasted, these bars are amazing

whipping the mess out of the artists whos less creative

spatic whithin the elastic purchase bars in plastic

imagine that I'm nicer than your parents

cobblestone store with the broke wodden bookshelf

sending emcees home in less than good heath

 
Coming to stunt, ready to get it popping in front

Using the font that ready to front on any chump

Never could see these ill rapping flows that had

you out of your skull like a voting Ross Perot

Never thirty, battling rapping for cats in the early

Getting dirty...I told you it was about to get ugly

Straight crushin, Punish em like the Russians

Mad that I get more spins than Coloumbus compass

Get it smackin and let the Mike know what really clapped

Casue if you ain't dope than I'm still not getting bagged//

 
I spice rack with the rhyme sack

im back with fly raps

hit high notes and try quotes with high doe of combat

flowing like mind lacking kind of folk couldn't poke or jab at

doses of voltage from a rhyme tackling linebacker

ripping like kyackers

flippin like acrobatics

spittin like flying dragons

Eyeing up the rhyme pattern

Blowing the flow up like I had packs in the high hat

check the storve to see if the crust rised yet
 
Ramzy's bars are the nicest beisides the being besides the high and rightiuous/

Incredible compared to incredouluous, spicy/

Diffrencemaker in ythe written paper crisis

Spittin blazer/

Getting into dissing creative with the missing mind to/

Psyicisist of pull, invocking the tool of encriped jewel/

Pity the graphic of the novelist wrist pull/

Nervious as battling me at the telepath/

Nervous as taming a clawed cat/

Breaking the stem with a a ball bat while you catching contact/

Bars thatys army context for mini war tanks/

That's the mic, that the the sight and that's the hike/

Mastered bind, laughing as mist covers the vine/

Dissing the rappers who've decided not to rhyme/

Calling it quits as I tell these clowns to get off my line/
 
Unbearable width of umbarable lenth of parable wit

Scareing the strength of arrogant pinned various spin

daring again to brandish the chin of marriless win

dare to be sent to parilous when animals hit

logic of drama, decider of the montra

vibrant and talking of taunting fighters in corners

versus the universe of problems and purses

your announcing your loss like announcers in versus

Digital master channeling plans of magic

dancer of practice stating between rubberbands and mattresses

flagrant tact and plans of action

Barreling down the ave of where and what happened/
 
My mic glisens inside of proprietor lenses

get you fingers and numbers and digits off my mic like forensics

diling up no way you could ever achieve this

beating the mc protocol with great mic acrobatic achievement

dicing the flow, slicing for home hyping the show

micing the words, running the dome, lockinging down the wonderful prose

going for first, leaving reason why you didn't win

I bet you cats don't wanna go to school like assembly

hyping it righteous spidering rightly highly unlikely

that Id lose if youd didt ry to tally your own votes right after the battle

driving the cyper blinding with power rhyming the sour

Binding the devices of greatness and mind over matter/
 
Wether supreme condescending scheme and schematics contradict rapping atlas/

Battled on the tablet like proportionate corex gasses/

Dismembaring the remembered in order in order to restore peace to the masses/

Compared to mine your mic is glasses/

destract wits with crafted mass quips/

Dractiac actions in practice like watch your balances after taxes/

You gon take a loss, remember you sould spit here/

Ghostwrote your whole track rap rode on and repoed your John Deer/

Evident by the fact that my mic is glistening/

Either you're femine or my type is listeneing/

Blitzing like winning sprints whistling past finish lines spit dissing/

Sizzing, sindeing ending lifts to finish authours of dimisished hymns/

Prying into the sequel of you buying into the people/

Try to lead through the prequel - you lose, "Piriacy is Illegal"/
 
Catch contact as I exstract wack rap from arm combat/

Success rate is based in weither or not you're raw fact/

Black Stallion sentipede attacking in shallow cavern/

Battling is the passion of the swordsman dringing lavish/

Dazzled by fact of matter madder than that of rapper's/

no reason to believe that you fly a better pattern/

Basically what you believe is that you can achieve/

Quicken the books wrestle better at every meet/

The gangs all here in back, the slag still in the raps/

I hand with illy raps like hang gang venom packs/

On with the laundry if you think your raps dirty/

Get smacked shirtless, lookin like half past 30/

 
Supernatural spitting unestablished writtens leaving mcs missing like a kittens mittens/

Unrivaled spittings, leave mics twithching, have you seeing notes like a flower at the Michilen/

Grabbing some potent barring and going to provoke the hottest/

While you laying in the grass waiting for it to happen like Pochahantas/

Dissassemble the graoph and add the subtractor/

Factor don't add to, and we'll see who's wacker/

Proper/

I'll have you not want the mic like the themonitor at the doctor/

Gasses leaving you juiced for with no batter clause/

Smoshing your apple until you realize your flow aint apple sauced/

Ghastly with lyrics gashing ya spirit you ghostwriter is having to hear it/

Black Panther capturing rare fang the the path of the clearing/

Doubtful if you think you can defeat the ice man/

Dismeber the mic memorys min minuscule mint condntion minting deliviered printing press/
 
Coming to cut it, disscuss and debuke in the rugged

Nothig you can spit can bring the mic justice

Repungnint, breath left tasting discusting

I'm in ya house cousin like Walt Disneys mouse budget

Parachuting on to the stage with and camera and a rage

Debuing the same action of actual rap in the country

Doubtful you can stop the rapping music phlisopher

Using type of lyrical for nothing other than punking

Violin note the way you get strung along

Wake up and realize no ones singing your ugly song

Dissing spitters who quote cant flow and adjust well

The choice is easy leave the mic and give us plus sales/

 

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