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Guess Who's Back Freestyle
- I cut class to write classics in my notepad
- And flow past stupid students schooling fools with no class
- I had late registration into this rap game
- But plan to graduate with top honors over sad lames
- This no name turn top scholars to college dropouts, they quit
- Once tested they fail and can't pass the quiz of wit
- My work is grade A be, you can't see how my style flips
- Don't pop E but do serve that dopeness when i spit
- Hard bars filled with iron, spit that vitamin D
- Sit on the highest of seats, who you know higher than me?
- I'm number one pound for pound, my sound astound crowds around
- Some see me as an amateur but bars are so profound
- I hold it down, no man can try and cause Tae stress
- Most call Tae next, straight flex like I'm Kanye West
- So appalled when ole dolls try to flaunt they best
- I turn to a monster then rip the hearts from all they chests
- I haunt, they sweat, I taunt they vex, filled with envy
- Rhymes forever deadly, heavy making cats resent me
- Don't tempt me, I'll simply Van Damme you and dismantle
- Feeling hard, I crack ya shell and leave you niggas scrambled
- I'm too much to handle, words weigh a ton
- You being number one, that day will come like a nun
- You lack ability to black and detract rap tracks
- While I continue to drop gems and nothing but facts
- Rhyme wizardry, the magic I write is too slick
- Even Rick with two eyes couldn't realize my tricks
- I'm the most well rounded with them bars by far
- Dimming the light on stupid niggas who feel like stars
- I shine bright and hover high above the others
- Anybody think different, come face my rhymes and get smothered
- I despise these rap guys that act live with wack lines
- Waste they time tryna design mad rhymes to match mine
- Some focus on mass appeal, some blasting steel
- I rather spit for them heads that love rap that's real
- Not here for the static never passive to a challenge
- Any nigga tryna battle, I attack and let them have it
- You feeling like Caesar, I make sure ya ending is tragic
- Niggas fearless and try to roam I toss em round like salads
- The game is at a standstill looking like a landfill
- Fans thrilled when they finally get to see this man kill
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