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Originally Posted by Regulator
He whose name shall not be spoken’s bars? They’re trash, I’m wreckin’ the landfill,
Flexin’ with hand skills, you’re stressin’, can’t stand still.
I’m blessed with the anvil to hammer your weak lines,
You’re testin’ a man built to shatter your cheap rhymes.
I’m crestin’ at peaks while you’re restin’ at base camp,
Confessin’ defeat as I’m pressin’ my ace stamp.
Aggression is lethal; my lessons are straight champs,
Impressions of evil—leave your session in break clamps.
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damn, AI biting my dual rhyme scheme steez too
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