Sayin hello to the world wit a mic and a pen, if only a few wave back we back to fightin again, whether its freestyle battles or we writin again, they hidin behind keyboards so we typin it in, either way it leads to me recitin my men,-tality, niggaz battle me, get knocked lower than they salary, a few callin me the truth... you think not?
Niggaz get murdered, bloodshed formed from inkblots, seein spots, but not on me... I'm tryin to pick these niggaz out, but ya'll all fleas, and please, don't post a song if you not on key, your girl like to ride jock I let her hop on dez, this jus a freestyle so the style is free, but don't try to run wit it or you'll bow to me, right here I'll take a second to shot out the team, Just-Right, Gizmo, KillJoy, and Shed , and no, I ain't forgot bout me.... CopyKat
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