Rise To Fam Annual Tourney

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$$$ Tourny..nothing more too it..

Beat Drop
Heat Cocked
He Drops Quick!

Lines flying through the Air like Drop kicks
High Velocity Punches get Aimed at Mars like Rocket's
He Pop Shit,
& I'm Befriending Astrologist, Sendin' Bombardements
You Old school, a Hip hop Hominid
My Style is Dominant
My Prominence been known Teach a Lesson to Faggots
Treatin' Mars Like he Pluto, I'm Rejecting His status
Ejecting his Masses
From Body to Heaven
& Jettison Ashes
Theres Casualties in War.. Another Veterans Added

Blessin' this bastid like Baptizing Orphans
Cut his Pie into Portions,
he'll feel the slices from the Rising Endorphins
Supplying the coffin,
Cause Wit My punchin' power & Speed
I Guarantee the face of Marz Won't take An Hour to Reach, nigga(uugnh)

This Faggots a Dreamer, I Lean, the swagger Get Meaner
I Snap His legg off & beat His ass wit his Femur(Damn!)
& you can Doubt I'll duff you out deep in your Spirit Kid
I'll be pussy, if I Bleed You still Ain't beatin' Me.. Period (Woooooooooo!!!)

Such A Stranded Feelin'
Hip Hop & Stanza Buildin'

While He Cryin' About the Check in? I infect & Sham this Villian(Yeeeah)
My Styles a Lesson Manifested in Barrios
So you'll always be chosen second like Luigi to Mario,nigga (Woooooo!!)
& you can Scream, It Put no Fear in my Team
Cause all your Skill is summed up by Whats Smeared in your Jeans(uugnh)
Tearin' Seams on Sunday trying to Win the Impossible
Take your Mic to Church first Jerk, & Go Sing the Gospel, nigga