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Wordplay #2 for a collection of freestyles for a mixtape.

Finally Typed up the Lyrics.

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I'm a literary geek shown in street clothes he's known in battle
I keep close the gavel cast these foes to deep holes in gravel
I'm beast mode, an asshole, I eat folks in rabble
preach odes to E poe in ballad, and defeat poems with babble
a cheat code in scrabble, competitions are bile from the luncheons
gettin' wild when I snuff em, have your vitals in destruction
the vinyl repercussions will be past rhyming in discussion
it'll be dis-aligning spines with punches to ninety five concussions
you not on my level, I split treasures with no guys, chin check it, that won't fly
only way this shit is knotted up is ya intestines in bow ties
pretzeled with dope lines, I'm questioning folks, why?
cause biters think you're bank? how by embezzling broke rhymes
you ain't made-off, cats be Bernie with the Ponzi schemes
caught sleeping get you tore, so for wishful thinking I body dreams
no modestly, envision your the image of a wrecked train
a collision, leave ya set slain with incisions in ya left brain
the next claimed, I silence mindless nerds with strains of virus verses made
infected..the wildest` records played have more spin than violent hurricanes
we punch and u start to shoot? make me come armed with troops
I keep a fam-uh-lee Rollin, with the spawns of Bruce
you can't discern smarts, gotta get respect for ya words spark
ain't got no drive, you frail dale, need to earn-heart
cats know we sharks, and they cowards and they show the part
u Rosa parks, get back, you fail and still owen hart
ya rapping isn't proven, ya gritty movements get cities booing
get to ruing, plotting ruse'll only turn ya cities ruins
you ruined, hit his genes, ripping seams, shots'll fire
who losin? get a jack or fix a flat, we pop a-tire
ya clothes lying, u clothes-lined in dens enclosed with close lions
tore us? we send beef to the skies, note-a-bull quote-flyin
it's astro-logical, all the horror, scoped out from the start
God sketched me in this universe, was drawn out for the stars
impressive tunes, you c a crescent moon, barely assed out when I spit
so if I'm full effect, when son pass I rip the roof off, in ya house with the clips
i'm chargin, harder than linebackers on Sundays
one hit'll leave u lying back in the sun dazed
i rhyme crack, divine tracks till my lungs wave
surrender but it's never, was actually pun raised
through old albums, his souls bound to my whole founding
every sign is right to say it's clear, I knock the cold out em
rappers who's motives, fussing. I'm robotussin n coke in punches
with a dose of something unknown, nothing comes close to son when
I extend heat, I rap infinite feats in my head to pretend beats
and send fleets of dead Greek gods to your bed sheets
left dreams, red scenes, that's just my thought process
when I brain storm a reign forms, you gon regret sleep
I'm a nightmare in nightmares, inception in the negatives
a predator off sedatives, it's Freddy recollecting his
memories on elm street, soul-less as i stand to man
shaking up the game like I'm drake holding handy cams
rapping out his rap verse, nasty with those last words
tackling with tactics that are smash until the track hurts
I'm an anxious mind, paranoid when airin' lines
Ray and Stevie wonder Siamese, staring through a pair of blinds
and I'm cold, sinus rhythms, so unkind any time I'm sniffin'
I sneeze, leave your vitals trippin', cough and divide your writtens
mucus monster, a kind of guy defined out of signs or science fiction
I silence victims, and educate the dead when science hits em
mixed with a bit of math sets, schemes devised when I subtract vets
add teks, divide teams, you new it's clear how I react next
reply to me? I invest in body bags and make your ass sit/ asset
but when I attract death, positive it'll be negative how much loss that mag-nets
son, I'm relentless on left hooks, the offense is textbook
and you cats fell off, a lot of rust on your guard like being defended by Westbrook
or bike locks in the rain, the Mic drops and ya slain
my styles one leg up on the competition like i fight often from crane
a prize from a crane, a cabby, parachute.. ya games droppin off
all these wack rappers, I'ma need a body bag big enough to body Ross
I constantly slain, not stoppin with flames
a leg up on this evolutionary chain, godly it's strange
that Darwin often complained.

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