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lyrics:
you said I would lose a battle? Your view is not in favor, pussy your vision is sad-to-see,
bitch you lost your marbles, man-call-a player, (Mancala player) for tips on winning strategies!
I contain a heightened Clairvoyant sense of awareness on the throne,
If my worst words were THC even the mayor'll-wanna-smoke the marijuana-smoke,
I can't afford to go under 100% while you could spare-a-round-of-jokes,
2 kicks, 2 jabs, 4-bones-ruptured,
blood dripping your hands keeping your-nose-covered,
then I peak around the corner... see you in the elevator, repeatedly pressing the door-close-button!
takeover your drop shipment with the element of surprise as I sat Calm cool & collect,
wait for my team to roll in then I call-em' on cue & collect!
as far as my team you couldn't achieve or Reach-our-genius credit,
the rap council should start Recharging-us credit,
1 shot 2 kills, hence-that-sure-would-seem i have 200%-accuracy,
I'll make it even even though it won't look the same, Symmetrical,
Lay down my foundation, let the cement-trickle,
With all the wack rappers these days, the universe is at a loss, but I'm undefeated, even with A.D.D. you couldn't add a loss or say Adam's lost,
Greatness is what an Adam Stark Bar-esque,
your rhymes are trash! They should be on the show Bar-Rescue,
I'll assume your soft ass prefers a music choice soft with acoustic-grooves,
if you ain't lookin for trouble then don't speak my lingo or else it's a problem you fluent-too (flew-in-to)!
No justice it's rubbish if something's wrong you just-nod,
why Clap for a corrupt cop if he tries to hold up-laws (applause),
you want to be a rapper? I won't let you graduate I'll rearrange the main stage with no floors,
you at college for rap fame I'll sabotage your craft with phenomenal-force,
& I'll erase your name so You'll get no credits for your major like an optional-course!
I spit expensive heat, like an active kitchen with no one home,
in a rap battle I get personal,
bars remind you of backyard baseball, hits close to home!
I'll throw a Fiesta mate,
what's the Fee? estimate,
how many bars per minute? 60 minimum, I'm funny but not running from anyone!
if you say I'm a clown, then I kill like john Wayne Gacy,
I'm cold as ice I think Lebron James hates me,
with these skills I rank you couldn't match-my-wits-willingly,
You can't touch my level I'm a Hazardous-intangibility!
My next bar isn't offensive, it's perspective:
You suck cock for tickets, The game urgent?
No I mean you suck cock for tickets, The gay Merchant?
I'm enforcing some regulations for rap battles & rap duels,
be flawless or I'll separate your words & reverse them if you slip-up in my Pupils! (slip up backwards is pupils)
blaming others for your failures, like You got stabbed in the back, that's preposterous but you pretend like your story should-sell,
I'm tired of that (Acupuncture Therapy) Act-you-punk-sure, therapy could-help,
when it comes to hip hop, you give off this sound of a lost-villager's-slang,
If I told you to write down & recite loud something dope you couldn't break out the bars with John-Dillinger's-gang