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hey i remember you, AR's finest
retired cuz you sounded like you had a tire stuck in your
sinuses
but look here, aside from that minor shit,
you should stay quiet because besides that, you ain't never
had a good year
every IRY finals you been in ended with you
cryin sayin you ain't had time to write ya punches
but really, it's easy to see, why you don't write somethin
you're good for nothing, cousin, you breakin the laws of
production
in this economy, sucker you just an oddity
in fact, somebody get this skinny motherfucker some bread
and butter
to numb his hunger, and what's way worse
you about a buck fifty, my girl carries more than that in her change purse
learn this, nobody talks about you in earnest
you ain't never had pussy, how you get any lip service?
you worthless, but it's still a mystery
you the epitome of whack when you can recite AR's history
from scratch too, in fact his fondest memories
are probably his freestyles back in the old chat room
hey this time's different, isn't
nojeel's gotten a little better at everything, except
spittin his lyrics
those have gotten no tighter, shit i wouldn't be surprised
if ryuu and liquidus were his ghost writers
you a joke, nojeel, retire ya bic pen, y'all are like
big ben, just a bunch of old timers
and don't be mad at me, but actually
you sound like what stephen hawking could have been with a
rapping personality
and it's a tragedy, that now i gotta kill him
cuz this cat is still gassed up like stan tookie williams
i've seen ya ego's big you the size of a peanut
you see through, ya mom coulda birthed you through a
peephole
i'ma clock and clean ya, with the speech as my demeanor
ya career is based on the net like venus and serena
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