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a puss ass n*** named Gun aka Ciruspace tried me so now i'm battling him for a mod spot.... this is the nail in his coffin...

When The Activist speaks, Gun should clap and stand on his feet
And take notes on how to properly flow with a f***ing beat
I’ma end this sh*** quicker than the human eye can blink
How can he fight me when he can’t even fight the urge to have a drink
By the looks of his sigs, his little sister has to draw for him
He’s only tough when he gets that Budweiser to talk for him
Stepping up to me he’ll get my Adidas broke off in him
And have forensics people outline his body in chalk for him
You crazy, dumb, or foolish if you try to test me
I’ll drop Gun like that sh*** with Ludacris and Pepsi
I’ma show this n*** how to do this sh*** correctly
Prove that I’m the best emcee
And teach this n*** not to start shit
Your style doesn’t work like an old Nintendo cartridge
Put it where it should be and that’s right up garbage
This so-called beef is done before you even get to start it
I guarantee when I’m done you’ll regret you even sparked it


Yo, I’m harder than Gun before he’s ‘bout to jerk to porn again
Catch him in person he switch up like a Christian born again
I know about your dumb ass catching alcohol poisoning
In the hospital, next day back to drinking more again
He got the nerve set the battle then brag
The only time he spit is going down on a fag
I class clown on his ass, his mom frowns his dad
When she thinks about those times I stuck it to her in the past
In this hip hop game, Ciruspace will never last
And I’m about to give you the main reason for that
See the thing about Gun, his subject matter is limited
Rap about busting guns but he’s never been living it
Insult to hip hop when he calls himself a lyricist
Killuminati and karate style’s what he spitting with
You can’t be serious
You pussy, since pussies f***ed, I must be the biggest dick
The realest nigga, I come through like a quiet storm
Can’t put himself in my shoes, too scared to even try ‘em on
Think he bad cuz he named himself after a firearm
Come where I stay where bullets really bring you body harm