Quote:
Originally Posted by CopyPat
I just speak you to death with sentences that leak through your head
And I never treat you unless the fuckin, speech looks fresh
I got a 9 in my pocket, I’m lyin
I got a rhyme in my noggin, and baby I'm just dyin to drop it
I’m ready for words, you’re ready for words
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So good. First line in the quote made the whole damn piece, for me.
The allusions to god tier poprap songs while simultaneously going scheme heavy was a cool motif.