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*Commercial Product *my prewritten, rerererehearsed freestyle LOL* (sorry Will)
Learned my lesson, 1 single press and
1 to the vest, taking 3 to the chest
I think u done stressing, mic kingz I’m guessing
Is like the period in the end of your sentence
Ayo beast let me pause for a second,
evaluate the effort you put into your record
It’s not even a record, but a three minute add
And I bet if you had more lead you would tattoo your pad
Mic kingz, as repetitive as lord of the rings
Except you got 3 hobbits that can’t even sing
I hear beast crying people stop mentioning my daughter
As responsible as father, but it’s you that has brought her
Into every song, you trynna be like eminem
Call her heilie for no reasong I aint copying off slim
I aint heard him diss the source, fore I dissed our magazine
AKA / Benzin, mmmmmk same thing
And now Will is getting confident
He’s proud of his government
He’ll bully u around,
cuz he thinks his nation’s running shit
so that’s when they’re ego starts to blow beyond a man
slap a Peter on your Pen, fly u off to neverland
where you can write frees and the kids will believe you
put a skit of ken kaniff, and let Jacko receive you
always doing songs together, not a whole solo song
cuz if one of u would write more than a verse, he’d go wrong
start repeating what they mentioned in all their other songs
filling gaps with MIC KINGZ shouted all along
and my list is long, but you went out of control
i mean your raggedy truck is running outta patrol
Metaphorically speaking you need a buzz to survive
cuz you’re deprived of the skill that could keep u alive
and I would die, if i lie to the people I respect
if I’m wack why do people keeping on begging for a track
it’s a fact you should face, diss my voice, hate my race
in this case it’s your right, it’s his 50th night
where he tries, and he lies, and he lays and he cries
no one buys all his lies, from this kingdom of guys
and ya’ll nothing, boys who aint even made men
ya’ll made men bend while u jerk off your pen
and splash ink, Will scrambles and he calls it a free
your fucking internet browser is where your history be
you a replacement, an electronic piece of information
recording in the basement, and hated by THE BASEMENT
so face it, u gotta add fuel to your fire
day his membership expires is the day he retires
spit dripping from his JAw cuz it Reigns when he RULES
and your vocals on a beat s’like putting ice over ***els
sorting rice on the stool, and I’m hit with a thought
they look the same, rap the same, so what else do they got?
It’s plain nothing, like a sweet tasting Mexican stuffing
Covered with nothing outside in addition to nothing
leave some feed ya'll
Learned my lesson, 1 single press and
1 to the vest, taking 3 to the chest
I think u done stressing, mic kingz I’m guessing
Is like the period in the end of your sentence
Ayo beast let me pause for a second,
evaluate the effort you put into your record
It’s not even a record, but a three minute add
And I bet if you had more lead you would tattoo your pad
Mic kingz, as repetitive as lord of the rings
Except you got 3 hobbits that can’t even sing
I hear beast crying people stop mentioning my daughter
As responsible as father, but it’s you that has brought her
Into every song, you trynna be like eminem
Call her heilie for no reasong I aint copying off slim
I aint heard him diss the source, fore I dissed our magazine
AKA / Benzin, mmmmmk same thing
And now Will is getting confident
He’s proud of his government
He’ll bully u around,
cuz he thinks his nation’s running shit
so that’s when they’re ego starts to blow beyond a man
slap a Peter on your Pen, fly u off to neverland
where you can write frees and the kids will believe you
put a skit of ken kaniff, and let Jacko receive you
always doing songs together, not a whole solo song
cuz if one of u would write more than a verse, he’d go wrong
start repeating what they mentioned in all their other songs
filling gaps with MIC KINGZ shouted all along
and my list is long, but you went out of control
i mean your raggedy truck is running outta patrol
Metaphorically speaking you need a buzz to survive
cuz you’re deprived of the skill that could keep u alive
and I would die, if i lie to the people I respect
if I’m wack why do people keeping on begging for a track
it’s a fact you should face, diss my voice, hate my race
in this case it’s your right, it’s his 50th night
where he tries, and he lies, and he lays and he cries
no one buys all his lies, from this kingdom of guys
and ya’ll nothing, boys who aint even made men
ya’ll made men bend while u jerk off your pen
and splash ink, Will scrambles and he calls it a free
your fucking internet browser is where your history be
you a replacement, an electronic piece of information
recording in the basement, and hated by THE BASEMENT
so face it, u gotta add fuel to your fire
day his membership expires is the day he retires
spit dripping from his JAw cuz it Reigns when he RULES
and your vocals on a beat s’like putting ice over ***els
sorting rice on the stool, and I’m hit with a thought
they look the same, rap the same, so what else do they got?
It’s plain nothing, like a sweet tasting Mexican stuffing
Covered with nothing outside in addition to nothing
leave some feed ya'll
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