lyrical grudge match, guns clap razor sharp bars, I raise tha bar yo, this is a form of art / swinginí brute force like Anakin with lightsabers, highs taper, I see over New York skyscrapers/ nickel plated four-four rhymes supply hatred for tha ATL, got beef? then you could face me in hell / hereís a one-way ticket for ya, be sure to pack your sword up, your sort is fluff while mineís hardcore son / facial features stay scarved up prepared for war, even tha score, take 1 of mine, Iíll take 1 of your closest cohorts / go to tha store Ďní survey tha merchandise, what these rap merchants present ainít even worth halfa tha purchase price / commercial rappers get cervical fractures tryiní to discourage my advancement, tha purist Hip Hop purist from Los Angeles / I stack raps Ďní you canít equal half of them, hell you canít even understand half of themÖ
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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