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• Written by empe
Ya claim to be the last viper, stealthly wait for a prey to bite
Blame the game for a lost fight and hide while the dust settle
If you're a viper I'm a ratle ya may tackle but I take the battle
Grapple ya by the neck and rip ya head, such a sad sight...
So many wins barely means anything for ya cocky wannabe
Quality over quantity but ya spin the way around consciously
Stop beating the weak and start battling the elite
Then you will be making a living on the street anonimously
I may be the underdog, I don't even have a profile pic
My flow is thunder to shock ya like ya hit a tile of concrete
My style is ill I will show ya that, I don't even need a beat
Stop with ya standard shit rap, put some emotion on it
Your diss is generic, my art is authentic
I rap with my heart, ya lines feel synthetic
Ya take some rhymes from the shelf to defend yourself
Don't have talent to write? This snake is just egocentric...