check the mic...
theMuzzl3 knows Profit? I don't think so… the wind is rustling slowly, moving the leaves of the trees… telling me not to acknowledge this MC… but fuck it: I'm stubborn, I won't scorn or maim him.
I'm feeling like I gotta warm up for the NEWBIES TOURNEY; while quickly dealing with this closet homo-phobic, self-proclaimed profitable cyst of fame, who's lame product was sharpest before he was claimed to have been born.
Torn when he was birthed, he forgot about Mother Earth and began slamming down any fool that got in is scornful ways, while claiming an ice-cream truck in the ghetto… but shit, I was born with the same luck, gee.
He sounds like a perfect couple with @
Ego… shit, my non-hustle is honestly flowing straight to the rest room… fuck writing this shit… I gotta Lego-My-Lego and pee, while I imagine you mourning this loss, because I let you see a glimpse into reality.
Its a dime, tossed in the air, and it keeps on spinning the wheel; round and round as you go, your flow will just go and go until nobody knows -- and go it will, until it blows down an endless slope of lost hope… but I'll extend you a rope.
Mate, talkin about how you be killin any MC on the free playground; from dogs on the roof, ain't gonna prove any point or concept, unless you poured a roofied potion into my mouth and forced me to rest whilst giving me a lyrical test.
Stay grounded, son… my rhymes will melt you like the sun; thats right: Your slack of attack can't even compare to "The Wack MC", which is not even funny, because he used to wreck them wannabe gees just for the sake of festivities.
I swear, officer, I was framed, my shaming of this fellow brother who flamingly boasted as if his posts could roast me; posting one thing about toasting my public image, and praying to God... he'll win by a landslide… filled with pride to be tested.
As suggested, pullin the trigga too soon may result in me abiding in biting the bullets, and fulfilling the spilling out of your practice of bullshit; that would be fun for all hippies to see as they smoke pot and talk a lot, spending time in parking lots.
Profit ain't for profit, dollars don't mean shit (despite what it seems); you gotta survive, homie, and if it came down to it I'd have your back and blow away enemies with a semi-auto shotgun… no pun intended. This war: we need to stop it.
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Meanwhile, the tide never subsides… it keeps ridding your ass cleverly while you bide deeper and deeper into the steep whole, which eats souls.
Who is controlling fate, because at your rate: you can't even create a line that will blow my rhyming mime ass shrine into alignment with your inclination that you gonna profit. Why debate it? The master created it. Stop it! Why not just forfeit?
Don't have a strong fit when your profit comes to a sudden end, but keep on spitting messages as if you were the one to state the whole importance of fate.
Jesus Christ: can I ask your for your advice? What do I do? What do I write, despite being mute… theMuzzl3 does has some words to say. *I pray*
*edited a couple of times... keep seeing mistakes**