Some gangstarr style rhymes

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

I’m straight gangstarr/
But y’all knew that
Got all y’all sucka emcees out there
Screaming true-dat
But yo who dat,
Out there with the mic and the grill
Like En Vogue
Giving u mufuckaz somethin u can feel
Cause yo basically
You ain’t ready for the test
I cut you head like a Lamb
Say a prayer so it be blessed
But yo lately
The stress be gotten me asking for apologies
And now oddly
Even posers making posts wanna bother me
But your internet think tanks can’t face the squabble
I come from the days of put your dukes up and who u battle
The rattle, feed the babies milk and not meat
That’s word to Elijah so here we speak
Of bullshit topics  and propositions I prove um nonsense
And like Leon Spinx I’ll send ya teethe to the othodonist
Cause for real, these new rap posers only reflect
Hidden feminine tendencies so no respect
And nough respect due to pioneers and the teachers
Got the whole rap community looking for leaders
And the preachers can’t done did it cause it was done
That’s why I’m on my lonesome binding back to source of one
Some come one come all to the match
You lit on both ends so you fall off after that
While I’m still burning blaze the fire of existence
Before time renders unto me the endin of my persistence
So face this all rap casualties enter da stage
It’s that underground rap champ without a name

See basically I fight with two fists
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
By I’m disappearing from punches
A magician
They couldn’t see me so I
Guess that why they couldn’t listen
I’m a phantom
Though I’m getting killed from rap
Got murderous styles put KC on the map
But In fact I’m exiled out of state
All gassed up in fuel tanked up like Kuwait
A client state
And let failure be my maker
Got even the grim reaper sayin
Yo I can’t take ya
Got Bloody Mary only givin kisses and hugs
My distance is more than inches
From sources of love
But still in this exiled state my fates twisted
Came to the battle fightin double fisted
But ain’t no fight like life so fight back
Got two black eyes from rap I’m falling flat
So till the day I stay vanguished since times ancient
Utterly adjusted
Man fuck it ain’t no faking I aim hit
But still aimless my rap styles painless
But in fames opinion I’m still nameless

You need a fly style
I can get cha one
You need a cracked skull
I can split cha one
You need a hit rhyme
I can flip ya one
Ya need and orbit
I can twist wit the sun
You need a fly gift
And wrap you one
You need and I’ll rap
I can kick you one
You need a swift tongue
I’m gymnastic linguist
Need a rap battle
Your the invited one
Want best yet then
I’m the next to come
Wanna see the Infinite
I’m the oblivion
Can’t see the opposite
I’m where the logic’s from
So check it check it out
I’m second to none

[Sccit]

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