• Look this'll be my last reply, stop and go die I'm sick of ya "gangstaness" and lies I'm gon' be better and fly, high into the sky Your one of the reasons hip hop is dead Unfortuately I have to put lead in your head All that just came from my old self but i got more to be said When I got better in rhymin' inside a tear you shed It sucks I have to spread the red I've been listening to true skill since an infant And same with the fake skill with it And compared to them your no different I ain't gon' diss you, look I don't know but you got issues Heres a tissue, a rhyme you can't think of,its so simple I once saw you as a coach, and now I humbly approach Which makes you choke, and ya right I'm broke And ya a rich city kid thinking you folk Well I'm people and your a joke Your right my mind is clouded by smoke But it's whatever cause your pathetic You can't see the true aesthetic Of hip hop it draws you in, its magnetic You can't see the poetic and energetic People who found the true conjecture Right now I'm giving you a lecture Cause you don't feel the feeling of the texture But enough of that to me your like T.I.'s old person Dead and gone, ya shows done close the curtains I'm gon' stop cause it forces your mental state to worsen Of that idea I'm certain, so this track your smack I'm gon merc it I got better things to do, I tell you that but you still don't got a clue Damn I sick of, this NIGGA, who think he better then Jigga I tell you this for your own health just give up Remember... its just for fun

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