[size=09pt]Foo's wanna challenge me, Grammatically? Can't no1 Battle Me
I bust automatic, Sparatically, with tactical Strategy
my Capacity can't be contained or Explained Through Words
my pain's domain is in my veins, I feel Strangely Cursed
to Remain Unheard, but my urge emerges Through My Vocals
I dream of being a Music Mogal while staying Truly Noble
Pursuin' Goals, So 1 day I can die with my Honor Intact
I roll, then smoke strong Ganja By Sacs, I'm Honest With Facts
I don't have to prove it cause you see it's Undeniably So
that line-for-line and filler-free, I never Lie In My Flows
Bustas Gloat & try to burn me, but I leave them Suckers Toasted
Motherfuckers Boast, But in the end; they get Oven Roasted
exposin' Hoaxes, focused on explosively Deliverin' Rhymes
dopeness just seeps from my pores and I ain't Sniffin' No Lines
I'm built-off a Different Design, inclined to think Outside The Box
Mics Get Rocked, leave you Slightly Shocked the way I beat Writer's Block!*
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