As A Matter Of Fact U Aint Even Worth My Time
Cause Your Second Line Is Three Times Longer Than Your First Line
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As A Matter Of Fact U Aint Even Worth My Time
Cause Your Second Line Is Three Times Longer Than Your First Line
Get Your Structure Right Dog Cause Your Ryhmes Is Weak
This Dude Couldnt Be Hot If He Was Biggie At His Peak
and my point iz proven, word-length equalz ur struggle to battle me, like piccn cotton/
u already disentigratn, on da outside u hard, but inside u rottn
structure, flow and rhymez r jus rulez u attempt to follow to be successful/
but if u cant recognize an abstract technique, then ya skill iz worse than sad...itz dreadful
Yeah I Am Rottn Cause My Body Contains Sick Ryhmes
But You Couldnt Get A 10 If You Droped A Dime
keep poppn dat heat, or unless u outta fire/
cuz i can pop diz all nite long, week long, even 'til u retire...ya old job: bitch for hire..
Da Sand Man Is Just A Target I Use When I Pop
He Could Throw His Album Off The Roof And It Still Wont Drop
u misinterpret da meanin of a 10, letz start bacc from zero, one and two/
cuz ya level of elevation aint passd dat yet, and it wont be if ya cant even tie ya shoe...
Bichs all fuckin with me, what a bunch of weak enemy's,
Non of you are my homies, And non of your skills can eliminate me,
itz fuccn hilarious, dat word-slinga needz gunz to hit me, tryn 2 feed me bullets 4 lunch/
and itz obvious why, cuz with both a fist and a rhyme, he still cant seem to throw a punch...
See Im Freestylin Right Now And I Could Take You Off The Set
But None Of You Dont Even Have Enough Posts To Even Vote Yet
haha, fine sinner, u still gotta huge ego, have it your way/
but in da real world, ya flowz cant do damage soakd in maple syrup, mr. canadian; dont ya think, eh?
and u didnt ven realize half ya posts came from me/
cuz u took so many blind shots, cuz ya skill jus cant see me
You Talk All That Shit Sand Man But You Getting Murked By Sinner
Your Wrong U Just Dont Get My Bullets For Lunch But For Breakfast And Dinner
yea i talk, so shut my mouth and feed me more of them bullets u tryn 2 throw from da gun in ya hand/
cuz u seem to forget, firepower passes rite thru sand