Im kinda pissed cuz my last open mic got closed/
under 16 lines so it didnt get a chance to blow/
so im home spending my time extending my flo/
and adding a couple of names to my long list of foes/
but yall should kno not to judge wut u cant defeat/
ya'll couldnt take me if i asked u for a ride to the beach/
a born elite who hasnt been discovered by R.B/
but in the streets known as the legendary MC/
to rip ur heart out like if this was open heart surgery/
u heard of me but couldnt murder me cuz ur uncertainty/
let ur conscience be ur guide to ur body leaking burgundy/
im learning these battle tactics from self experience/
that why u stuck at the bottom when im on top of pyramids/
spitting words off the brian, while yall be looking for synonyms/
having bitches on my dick as if the shyt was made of cinnamon/
given'em just a bit more then wut they can handle/
system overload! as ur rhymes begin to dismantle/
i trample on ur poor attempts of writing ur rhymes lyrically/
then come back and knock on ur door to finish the job physically/
u'd probably catch the flu if u were within in my vicinity/
thats how sick i be...chyperin...spittin a free/
so all should watch as rap battles forms into my killing spree/
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