round 1 at digitalmental.com tourney
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at first I didn’t get how or why you fell off, you used to be better ben
then I realized, your continuing to follow in the footsteps of eminem
pull off a good impression, now only if you swallowd pride instead of smoke
so next time you wouldn’t tear up your room, searching through every line you’ve wrote
you never know, which can be a problem when it comes to brain storming
its possible you got a case of permanent writer’s block, true most ya rhymes are way boring
doubt ever you’ll catch a chance to see im in concert, on stage flowing
gets real shaking performing only at highschool graduation parties and chokes up
yet no matter what, still believe you’re the next big thing
have a feeling u’ll regret not having a back up plan when they reject you DREAM
haven’t said too much on tracks, I’m being polite fuck it
land a spot on the Jackson jury in if you wanna do a beat justice
far from done, you must be forgetting the drugs you need
got more to cain to sniff, u aint all you cracked up to be
wondering can you still rap even without taking ridalin
if you trying gimme the boot? Then im jacking a fake timbalands
ill be the one to break the news and press the issue
call yaself underground, more like sewer system since you full of shit too
give advice ,none taken in return though certain flaws ill help you see
how you almost got more room for improvement than tlc
we’ve been paired in a group so this might tear us apart- but I gotta say
ya past ya prime like vegetarian offered grade a stake
tell me your playing it safe, and copying on purpose
or lie blame it again on subconscious, it must not be working
picture me slitting your throat, with a suggestion to relieve most of the tension
don’t hold your breath, I heard somewhere that only lets the blood flow better
both get pissed but despite our differences, I know wont go though
since you deep down, hopefully your still aware you could never blow solo
pushing the envelope to seal ya fate
send ya home quicker than a link to some real estate
if you do make it big, ill have to change the way I pray or something
cause I don’t believe in random heads blowin up like spontaneous combustion
funny looking back at those times with trauma, in his baddest moods
just wanted to show his show your true colors, but feel purple doesn’t match with his shoes
just admit your stuck in a bad position
I don’t know the deal with your imaginary guns, but this in reality your out of ammunition
After this fag spits, quick as I can set the record straight
He likes to give the impression he can actually hold it down, when’s really a featherweight