Originally Posted by Sharp
ill nik-A's verse
Winning champ matches is my specialty & it’s oh so simple
Fuck a HOF-jacket-celebration… I got Schad’s number like Ocho Cinco
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u the scraps of the competition; I beat niggaz like Resin & greater, mate
I'm used to eating Chinese on Chinas... u eating questionable cats on paper plates
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I mean u’re ok at best; c’mon nigga ur name's not prominent
u think comparisons are beyond stupid... but people confusin’ u for that dude is a compliment
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my verses keep it real & concrete; when u speak, u bluffin’
u post up bad quality lines… like u got ya concepts from IKEA or something
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u don’t believe how emotional ya girl is; she sees me & cries joy
then shows u no feelings after I removed the mass from her throat like a thyroid
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u anxious as fuck cuz I circled ya block with the realest killers;
& now u just going ‘round & doing nothing like a fidget spinner
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tbh u gettin to the champ match again’s real misleading
this is ur 3rd try… & my only real effort’s been showin up vs the guy I keep on beating
☆☆☆☆☆ dope
don’t gimme that old shit; I’m a beast who is never shook
u respect me like a grey white… AND ur girl loves my salt & pepper look
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u think ur verse is money but it doesn’t take much to shock this fool
u on that I beat Kare kick… till I hit u with a surprise one like McGregor forgot the rules
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I don't miss while u shoot this, that, then lose. point blank, u're doomed
That's basically what ur text career in a loop is… but it ain't skin disease; nigga, that’s a wound
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ur punches are no match against the old guy taking shots
I can fuck u up with my bare hands so I’ma put the barrel away like I’m aging Scotch
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My gun bars are underrated af, it’s just u hoes are really really sour
u not givin ‘em props is a sign… cuz my beam’s the X factor like Wonder Woman's power
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ur race-argument with Veritas makes u angry AND a dumb whore
so if u CNN word in a battle it’s just cuz it’s in every verse that Trump urs
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u tough behind the PC, geek; while I’m always waiting to just buck
see, we wired different… I’ma tickin’-time-bomb u color coordinating custom ones with Knuck
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I’m raising up the pump, u going down under while the rest mourn
Nigga, u have no chance cuz I bring the steel to the fight like Jeff Horn
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Schadenfreude's verse
Since u’re always..
sleepwalkin’ thru battles, dream better raps up, u wack fuck
been doing it since text’s Inception, think s’bout time I woke ya back up.
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Yo comments, replies, threads are boring in every line said,
but whats worse is ya stale verses, u’ve got the charisma of rye bread.
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My golden lines 4 times the value of what u’re claiming lame
wooden ass bars, no wonder yo shit’s got the structure of a Jenga game.
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Yo pothole complexion’s like a street skaters wouldn’t race
since u luv Jordans, watch my Cement 4’s fill those craters in ya face.
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Expiration date’s up on yo forever young act, just quit it..
“I won in every New Era”..says the old loser still wearing backwards fitteds.
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For the right price, let’s say a few G’s we’d flee w/ ya wife,
pay out or see how much u love her once I put ya main squeeze in a vise.
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Beef my way, u never safe, leave u steps from Heaven’s gate
the tec, let it spray, those streaks thru ya hair ain’t salt & pepper gray.
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3-0 a novel idea, but I bet it won’t go according to plan fool
‘cuz u’ve written more fantasy drafts than the managing staff of FanDuel.
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Every pic inhaling ya shit, try’na prevent beer belly slip downs
swear that shit’s wild, u need a girdle & a data compress like a zip file.
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Fuck hype u, need to get off NC & get ya health right, duke
w/ those sausage finger hands, yo verses probably got Diabetes type too.
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I respect how ya ended yo drug habit to clear ya mind up..
but fuck coke, u old joke..when the hell ya gonna give THESE lines up?
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Piss & scream as if text’s that much of an important theme
such a bad sport, shocked u don’t have the same face as the Jordan Meme.
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Crazy how u devoted yo talents to this, straight up a shame
just abide suicide, cuz ya life’s work & death’s the same - straight up in vein.
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Textcee for 20 plus, yet your skill level hasn't varied once,
of course u have a pension for consistency, check’s on time every month.
☆☆☆ penchant/pension, ur excluding the t pronounciation, but i get it
got Me twice, how could I think that I would ever beat ya?
so take the win, get grandfathered in, nvmd why u still live w/ ya Abuelita.
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...BODY!
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