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This isn't a rap to boast how my tracks are dope,
or how my battle flows beat the wackest jokes,
cats should know I'm not on that battling shit,
I'm more casual slick off that battling tip...
Well...
I guess I kinda lied,
cause these rhyming guys can't rhyme as fly,
I'm a bastard on tracks with baffling raps,
that these casual cats just naturally lack,
combat the sickest you'll be strapped with stitches,
I'll bottle my anger, and smash you with it,
my artisties sick when attacking with words,
right now you're hearing a master at work,
exploding on tracks til' I'm bursting your speakers,
plus any beat I fuck with is the birth of a genius,
off the top? well I'm over my head,
leaving you breathless when I choke you to death,
an underground dude not making a movement,
but if talk is cheap, then you should pay for my music,
that was to people saying: "you're doing it man"
so I'm trying to bank off all two of my fans,
but I guess that I'm too tough to sell,
so I'm doing me til' you're saying: "fuck yourself"
yo... watch this shit.
Toss my song to bitches til' they're loving my sound,
but only thing they're catching is my cum in their mouth's,
I'm kinda slimey for these battling dudes,
but fuck it, I'm just casually crude... right?
I guess my flow's simply -- too dope,
I dropped this with no similes!
credits
from
Elegant Tux,
released September 5, 2012
BEAT: Task The Samsara
MC: Lost Moniker
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