Check this verse out, and rate it on 10 w/ comments if you want, just some **** I put together with my friend in a battle rap, it doens't work with a beat tho
You don't get money, you say you do and I smile, I get so much money I could lay it down and do the Tom Hanks, walk a Green Mile/ My verses are wild, Make you cry as if you realized you're a fatherless child, I'll make a new set of towers in New York the way my words are compiled/ You build towers but they fall down like Jenga and now pick up the pieces, Your so called facts are all just thesis, I'm problematic on the mic, my style, I mix it/ I'm a problem for most but even the Lord can't fix it, Rap fans fiend for me, they need me, therefore, they overdose, You hated and hated for too long now, I put you in a comatose/ Really, I do hate to boast, but this lyrical slaughter's more delicious then pot roast/ I mean, not since the Ice Age has anything been this cold/ There's no competition here, it would be best to put your career on hold/ Even Paul Pierce would agree that the truth is being told/ It's too late to copy me, I destroyed the only mold/ I gave you my verse, now you're into it and intoxicated/ I must be getting the death penalty because the way I killed this **** I should be incarcerated/ Your abilities have long been debated/ But in conclusion, the fact is, in your bars, NO FACTS ARE BEING STATED!
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