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Such a shame this game has played me softly,
My pen is sick, all it ever does is cough-see,
I’m viewed as soft, but in truth I’m cocky,
You’re fucking with the best and you can’t top-me,
I am the shit, no asshole can stop me
My second verse alone puts me in the top three,
My choice of words will take away this preconceived,
Shit I can’t believe he just said that I can’t breathe,
Well good for you pussies, cause I can’t leave,
More reps with this pen it’ll be like me with no sleeves,
This goddamn verse is such a breathe of fresh air,
I’m making my point why I’m the fucking best here,
The truth of it all, I don’t know if the rest care,
But these songs just got so much shit off of my chest there,
You’d swear I was shirtless as I was writing each verse,
But the point was made, so someone just test me first,
I’m patiently waiting it’s cocked, locked, n loaded,
At the top of my game that’s why I’ve not got demoted,
So much fire you have just stop, dropped, exploded,
My ammo’s in the words so it’s shot shot reload-it,
This mind never runs out my arsenals forever,
Only a part-of-yous clever, so start-a-feud never,
With this individual, remember that’s critical,
Every words just symbols that creates a visual,
An intrical form of rap put into it’s physical,
Broken down from sounds you hear in each syllable,
Now you know why it takes a smart man to grasp it,
Better practice rhyming or it’s a lyrical ass kick,
So to fire at me you’d need a strike to match-it,
I’m already ignited, so when I strike the match-lit,
With the pen in one hand one middle finger stuck up,
Just waiting at my desk for you pussies to fuck up…