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you call that a rhyme?
apparently we got different criteria, made from different material mic killa like serial, free, eleutheria you can't even get near it, yo, I'm epic you lyrical you think you so hard to battle, well I'll kick it clerical:
you don't say a damn thing when you talk aloud my knowledge raw style bring rain to drought
I'll steal the ornament from your mercedes reprogram your enslaved ladies you flow tap I'm river like miss iss or euphrates ladies make you wear condoms but they want to have my babies ill style sperm my rhymes burn wild authentic riot germ learn, bitch, you cocksuckin like ryan seacrest on the devil firm I'm the tiger in the ferns, awarded stripes for fightin ya worm burn kernel of the true word you obviously never heard in ya grave ya body turns cuz everyone going to hate that you even were here, you act big but don't even come near to a real ryma riddem stompa, you don't know your life a tragedy like King Lear but you don't read you just suck what they give you cuz you live in fear of knowing any damn thing at all in the world while you're here playa but you playin a fake game you think I'm insane but I'm raw like columbian cocaine call me wack but you whack to the playboy refrain burn your bitch style like aspirin kills pain if you want to even try and test compare the length of my lines and yours and witness all your periods, bitch
you make me laugh like a cowboy ridin a nuke bomb raw corps sing song, Zin style dead gone calvary bring the anarchy to what Zin style gets wrong bang the gong, you're dismissed, you've been here too long.
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