| Posted: 03 February 2006 at 2:26pm | IP Logged
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I Intend ta make this contender-want-ta-surrender
Im put in a dent in his fender
he should concider-battling-against a-pretenter
some one should have told ya you up against a lyrical soldier
i come out of a battle clean and shine like crystals do in foldgers
Im front center stage, nigga you just puttin stains on the page
you couldent beat me if i was made of cardboard and you had a loaded 12 gage
so dont shit talk cuz flow the shits hot you about to know what time it is
cuz Im about to clean your clock.
my flows get told-then-sold-like-gold
your rhymes are old-growing-mold-put-on-hold
you may spit at your best but youll still get out flowed.
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