East: [07] Creatical vs [02] Radius

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I’ma pop ya’ tag and you know that,
These days you get rocked by more rappers than throwbacks
You ain’t hood, you don’t know ‘bout the hustle
You only rock lead vests to look like you got muscles
Ya’ lines lack- some don’t rhyme and some wack
Been a slump so long they call you CVI’s hunchback
I’ll smack the Jay-Z out ya’ lips… Ya’ follow, man?
This bitch looks like he OD’d on collagen
Don’t front, man… My game’s quite amazing
Cos I’m ahead of my time like I forgot Daylight Saving’s
Say you part of CVI, you’ll be branded a liar
Cos they up in the studio, but you’re handing out flyers
Ain’t nobody at ya’ shows, Raid jus’ be honest
When you rap on stage, ya’ get more Eckos than a wigger’s closet
Spit action, I’m blastin’ through this shorty,
Albinos would be tanner than anyone basking in your glory
When I tap keys and start ripping,
You’ll be taking a back seat, like black peeps in the sixties
Your face is too fat, ya’ eyes are waxed like candles,
And your relatives don’t pinch ya’ cheeks, they grab handfuls
Raid can’t even kill roaches- but he leaves guys hard
And then makes use of his DSL more than Rygar
Ya’ rackin’ ya’ brain and losin’ ya hair
You’d only be the last man standing losing at Musical Chairs
As the gates of heaven open up, greet St. Pete
You’ll be seeing Northern Lights like pushing Canadian weed
The b-boy in me is gonna explore the place,
I’ll lay ya’ ass on the street like cardboard- and then break
Cre’s blastin’ kids to make the body count higher,
You better at actin’ bitch than Rob Williams in Mrs. Doubtfire

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Radius:
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yeah im pretty, so fuckin' WHAT!

i get a taste of jin n juice, drunk enough to clown rappers
while you just give blowjobs to two underground rappers
last round, almost classic verse dog, nothing nicer
and you? you're like a toddler's sex life..a fucking minor
you hawkin my steez..just stop stalkin' me please
i aint Hatian, so you won't catch Rad-I talkin' with Cre
on the real, i bet you're probably gay, likes cock
and reps a slogan like, "Let's get one thing Straight...I'm Not"
how can i lose to an emcee and he not be a vet?
i don't bite...but Rad CRTL's C like i'm copying text
i would be ghost, but then i'd have this geek just achin'
to grab his Proton Pack with Egon and Peter Vankmen
this U-P-N not W-B..we happily better rappers!!
while you look like the son off Unhappily Ever After
Haley Joel Osment look-a-like..you shook and i hear ya
saying.."i see Dead People...when i look in the mirra"
your heads filled with loose screws that rupture the skin
cause your not dumb its just that i aint done shuving them in
i'm crushin this kid..leave this chump fleeing home
honestly..you need skills like Diphtheria needs a comb
you fucked money..you just a check i'm proud to deposit
look at your pic, i bet your fagget ass came out of that closet
let's talk youth here since it's just something too do
how come your T-shirt happens to be younger than you?
stop trying ways to clown pics..its to early to serve us
so just stick to your extensive Camera work at the Circus
you lookin' rugged in your pic..naw you seem to be fake
only tough and white i know is Bounty cleaning a stain
you two ply paper thug..i got better peeps to train for
thanks to you i get an Espi and i don't even play sports...

i'm also pretty good...holla back