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I've got a bone to pick,

U gave a go tryin' troll a bit

for local clicks, literally wrote a diss

seekin’ growth that required sowin’ seeds,

not knowin', accidently U chose da road

too steep, and so your soul

ain’t whatcha showed on beats,

your whole approach was weak,

U were hopin' more than me

everybody would really think your lyrically so dope and deep, it isn't in the equation explainin' why' fuckin' with Nathan ain't unsafe,

 

Man, if no ones sold a bit

the reason is we can all see

your basic & whack, get mad

they all know though

when I say that I'm statin' a fact and low-key you do too

butcha can't do do-do

due to, another fact.. my flows a fist

that'll foldcha ribs like poker chips

 

I move like a shadow

in Gotham, at midnight, no capes,

more so cadence that cuts through

the type who writes weak rhyme schemes,

sharp-knife precision in lyrical street fights decapitate doubt, I choose to use a pen

prior that don’t sleep right to blind roads,

He, that'll battle, travels to unravel

shrine modes then I sign oaths in silence to finalize his mind closed,