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You fake like a herb from the burbs, claim'n his styles slum, <BR>Say'n you won is like Lauryn Hill, say'n she produced her own album,<BR>Pure fiction, I create hot shit from the conflict'n friction from our diction,<BR>Your compositions like the nation of Islam, full of contradiction, <BR>You suffer from repition while I'm maim'n tracks while flame'n wax,<BR>Slap'n your grill with encylclopedias talk'n about, "Face the facts!"Your syntax is wack, your little cheerleaders? I discredit their votes, while you edit your notes,<BR>dickriders facedown, pencils embeded in throats, <BR>When battle'n me, best settle for no. two position, <BR>To think, this all could've been avoided if the night of your conception, I had used some birth PREVENTION,<BR>So wait till victory is at hand before boast'n and brag'n, Talk'n shit when your rhymes are half-assed like sag'n...
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