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ToNe1904:
Put up yah handz this a jack, ToNes quik tah attack/
I make "ho" rhymers hit tha "track", while i lay suckaz on they back/
Where im frum u dead itz a fact, SD whea i be-at/
Any haters wanna react? search fah mah strap i be-back/
Lyrikally or physikally u muthafuckas aint feelin-me/
U dirty "glass dick" suckin cluckas bout tah see a killin-spree/
I beat u clowns down in yah own hood, thas how real-it-be/

[-Vision-]:
i stay blazin cats like cyhers where there's 10 l's being passed//
revolve around the session let em all absorb my rath//
mind clotting wickedness, my lyrics will jam channels//
block the train a thinkin, bring damage under the panel//
i dismantle, the cortex of existance//
brain shatterin rhymes , offering no resistance//

Hittman:
ViSioNs You Come Off Wack Everytime, You Lack Persistance ~
Everyday My Rhymes Enchance, Rapidly My Spits Advance ~
My Mother Had An "Abortion" But I Was "Still Born" ~
Your Fucking Skin Gets Torn, Your Whole Family Mourn ~

techniec:
my fam dont mourn, they make plans for retaliation/
marijuana smoke got me on a new level of elevation/
so Here ye Here ye come one come all/
Techniec is spraying bullets in the bathroom stall/
Catch ya while youre shittin/
Without ya piece or ammunition/
I rubbed the lamp, put a gat in the genies mouth and told em i'ma keep wishin/


lol

.:thE windtalkEr:.:
ima beat u blue and brown
wtF all u can do is FROWN?/
i dont expect u to retaliate
coz my rymes they cause you to nauseate
BANG!there u gota black eye
BOOM! u fall down and all u see is tha sky

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