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I was going Boweing flowing harder than a slam Sin Cara

Basketballer baller and I hold the title like a mobster

gonna call her sour problem that she couldn't get the aura

Notta one of ya want the funk and you aint gonna stop it
 
Im battling nice without out being dissed or taking loss//

We aint on the court but crossing over has more than an ankle cost//
 
With ur wack spits u have 2 give back 2 kids at practice

U not the reason we listenn to music like dancers

Gimmick enhancement ment to sham with dank wits

Couldn’t match the jab pinch on tracks madder than kiss practice of catus

Rare form, dare urs to prepare a response

Animels coulnt smell me unless you led past trap form

Dissing easily biffing greasliy spitting leasurly

Intermaedite mcing coulnd’t land you a victory just in the media

Decicive in winning liking the spinning of rhyme coax and condensing

I'll put the bo to you like abdominal muscles flinching/

 
Dancing with enchanting wits

Sampled with dancers spirit

Case of pepsi and alike you cant handle this twist

No reason to believe u iller than what you can stand to spit

My money drop on ya nose like crane kicks

Panic and change diss you know when I’m aiming for ya

I shit with out the portajon or some would call a porta potty

Toiting large shotty, match wits with that spitter half with data ripper don’t get ya ass kicked

You a broad, I’m at ya neck like matching lipstick

I smoke the mic you flow missing a big pinch

I roast the heights, your dome splitting like rich hicks

As I point the iron untencil and flash like vitamin and minerals

In the pan as you try to get back what you lost in the subliminial

Bubble rap gets chew as the raps ensues

Pack it away and let my track improve/

 
Dissing the best with the pen to put you to rest

Let the words rip ya flesh and dig in ya chest

Put you to rest weith the illest rap frees

Doubt in your mic relationship you were ever beating me

Sizzle the chords with sizzling chords and et the mixc lesson sit on ya gourd

They give me medals after clapping, don’t try to pick up where I left off

Didn’t they tell you not to run with sissiors before?

You on a biting listening tour

Cut to ribbons for scores

I’m n postion to score

I detect your loss, I’ll have you missing your words

Don’t gable with the gambler, or scramble with the scrablers

I drop hammers of fans that don’t dance in the jam

Ran with a plan, you bet not spit the wackness

I’ll have you lose your spark like camoflouge matches/

 
Had BIG technical diffaculties. This is my champion ish.

Decicive in winnnin wits ryhmiiing in gimmicless timing spits

Trying to get it lit as heinikin spinning tips

Leaving you loaded as I’m I spitting being of foucs

Attack like the Lotus and leave you unquoted as a ravens home’s ripped

Potent in the chewery as I spew to dopest as the true emcee

My mic moved you, you’re not even close to me

My raps tear limbs with the wins in the action pulpit

While you coming up short like swords in the focus mits

You winning? That would be inappropriate

Put the mic pipe don you might have a smokers fit

Try my rhyme and it’s over with

Nope on your spits, biting writing with an oatmeal cloning kit

You couldn’t be me if we were playing a game of tag

Your rap style been went out of style like baking bags/

 


Digital quotes potent in every dose

Focused on opening show until the close

Ferocious when close, no way you could bombard me

You beating me – you have a better chance of harming armies

Old fogie, don’t you ever try to quote me

I eat when the mic gets heated like perogies

You’re not monsterious, I’ll leave your face mysterious

We ain’t hearing ya, let alone anyone fearing ya

You get close and we’ll have to roast ya interior

U’ll be out of the closet when you’re out of material

Specifically the illest MC in the area

I drop you and fold you like cuffs that are flannel

 
Unquestionable, flow veteran intellectual

While you're questionable, and at best non professional

Battle text to you you cant stand the methods duke

Get off your high horse or out your high chair n get chewed like vegetables

I'm plowing the Mic rain sleet snow or whatever

U rapping our a notebook is like tryin to put extortion together

War with whoever get it severed cause u ain't better

I keep my raps tight and shining like a leather

Helpless is your bars together with your non talent having self

Get dropped like medicine balls

You're not wifey, I don't want your standpoint

Go to your show and ask what they're in the stands for

Did lose in battle get the picture like cam cord

Try to get big and get shot up like steroids/
 
Dapper in text rappers r texted I attack chest

Leave you a mess if u don't get the message I'm the best

I take the victory you can have the long rest

The taste of flesh

Your bars are something I don't profess

Not something I'd like to caress

When you spit I could care less

I'm ball in and you hairless

Scarecriws ware death couldn't install fear in the heart of the microphones phearless

Smearless winterfreah winner in various context

My bars be spinning like boot wearing log heads

Frogless ain't no jump in going on here

Unless it's getting you off the Mic u get jumped like a frogs legs
 
I was always a dapper man aiming at rapping scans

Rappin cams and not down with your rapping scams

Schemes is rich even diva bricks wanna treat the kid

While you dress bunny like bettlejuice did

Evil lil spit spitting classic at a fevoriors pitch

Leave em dismisses like summery offense teachers in guist

Speakers heated ceasing lyrics like beavers is bliss

Eating like sandwiches flipping like the handles split

Dissing dismantling sizzling to frail the missing comparison

I aim to win in the battle like management and cameramen

Tantrums embarrassing when dangling slandering

While my flows hot its on obvious you're a no not

Attack the metal Mic with a steady rhyme

When flows roll from the note book
 
Carving the pumkin of allivating bumkins

of thug wins nobody wants to spit it when the gum bends

stop fronting, my bars'll massacre ya

Fathered as I spit hotter then path to Florida

 
As I begin the prosing while you r only equipt for posing

Spitting poems when the hotness is equipt to flow like locomotion

delve into the victory with hidden rhyme symmetry

Assembling hitting harder making passes like a quarterbacks hidden screen

Dissing teams with less psyical mysteries

Listen fiend, my raps attractive like misses teen

 
I spit raw, launch on you and you get tossed/

Spit bars and rip hard like surfers wearing thin drawls/

The skins soft, so why is you tryna compare/

Parole, take my time out and I'm high in the chair/

position the mic so it's written incite/

twisting the mic until its rappers delight/

Frozen when biting like popcicle/

Closing when sick like hospitals/

Flowing to spit like bosses do/

Showing the hits like mobster dudes/

go in your spits with theromoeters

they're dripping dissolving when I put the heat to them unthaling them/

Keystyle so powerful Windows started installing it/

 
As I potent the prime

Focus on rhyme

Dope n on time

Open ya mind

Focus the rhyme

Opened on time

No one could ever spit as dope as this rhyme

Noted and shined

Lotus is primed

Knowing I rhyme

Like I promoted my mind
 
Punishing raps

Splittin ya ass

Come back and I'm hitting the gas

Sickened in tact

Dissin your math

This! Can you add?

Different spas

Get lit with the track

Sit and relax

As I glisen the magic

Skitzo in fact

Wistling facts

 
Voter registration in flowing decoration

No hesitation or procrastination

Grasp the nation with raps that's blazing

Grip the Mic like hips and thighs of Afro Asians

Mac and cakin like Tyra Banks is

Tackle tame with master placement

Happt Days to blackened fades

You could never find a master greater

Calculations rather spacious

Exaggeration your napkin placement

Slappin bass with congratulations

Laughing in the saddest places
 
thephantasm;c-8405001 said:
I got trap rap for fat cats

got niggas breakin like bad backs

jammin like black gats if niggas sleepin on me like nap sacks

figured configured rap tracks could bring that relaxed back

i leave the mic smokin like a snaps crack

goosey with juiced raps

menevurin through traps

cruzin at altuitudes tom crews couldnt crack at

pruverian snack pack for chooseist rap acts

proving my fact stats are cooler than black acks

 

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