AloeVera

[trap.]

Name: AloeVera, Phorce
Crews: pMpz
Where: Oakland, California
Repped: Tha Landz, UP



Aloe vs John Dough vs Piece Maker aka Nebs

I stab-with-intention to end lifes, Throwin jabs-usin'-tension,
Aloe finna 'hand yall a loss', ...And then 'grab-your-attention'..


Listen Dough..

You can hold tight.. Hold still ..Or even 'hold the phone',
Just know that when ya against me, You can't hold your own,
I`ll fold your bones, Your 'back-up'? It's about-to-decline,
The RBL? I`ll put you in #1 just to knock you outta your 'prime',
Your powers combined couldn't take out your tower to climb,
Ya wack as fuck, I drop more 'dope cuts' than powder-and-lines,
I`m a Prowler defined, And John?? I`ma put`em-through-hell,
John got some Dough, But it's the 'cent' of a woman you smell,
Yell, I guess you could read Dough's verse and bust the joint,
But it's like spears with-out arrow-heads, .....What's the point?
In this battle?? Doughs heardin' cattle, ..I`m raisin the steaks,
I'ma drive fear into your head and make ya' face hit the brakes,
Your unimpressive in text, It's even worse when ya spit scrub,
The fact is Johnny, ..You couldn't 'drop a single' in a strip-club,
Bitch whut? I'll smoke screens and burn ya' back wit a blunt,
Aloe gonna 'deck your face' like stereos with detachable fronts,
I`m mad with ascension, Raisin' up and makin ya' skull divide,
If come-backs were food, I`d be Damo, And eat ya' whole reply,
You get caught in the eye, I`m eye-catching with half a glance,
Every one wish him luck, Because John Doughn't have a chance..


Peace John.. Now Piece Maker who??

It's time to meet your Maker Piece, Aloe leavin ya back plowed,
We all kno me not bein' in your crew is the reason it's wack now,
Back down? Never. ..Skills? ..You just binge and run with mine,
Tons of lines, Neb's gettin' out-classed like kids in summer-time,
And as for the audio tourney, We all knew to doubt-ya-sound,
It's good you realized your wack, And defaulted out-the-rounds,
Cus we we're gettin' sick of hearin you, ..Bitch get ripped quick,
Nebs is 'different' from us Dough, ..We can 'split the difference',
Piece be 'makin cuts' and 'taken shots', But Aloe's firing faster,
He's bringin' the 'drama' too, But only cus he's an aspiring actor,
Send you spiraling backwards, When will you learn to cease??
Aloe ain't a law-abiding citizen, ..I`m quick to 'disturb the Piece',
Leave this herb deceased, Aloe's ruff, ..But a diamond despite,
Bust ya head open wit a clock and show ya the time of your life,
Quit rhymin alright? It aint your fault.. You were molded' wack,
I`ll put shots in ya when you ain't lookin', Now ya 'holdin back',
While i hold the facts, Neb's is pussy, ..I`m a beast at least,
Aloes the type to mutalate god and kill the Maker Piece by Piece..

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Aloe vs Epimetheus

Whasup fake-Aloe, No style of your own, So you fuck with others,
Your game plan against me's like birds in bed-sheets: Duck and cover,
The luck is over, And your on my 'balls' like you never held the rock,
Your goal is to be me, But I got the 'upper-hand' like Twelve O`clock,
Sorry knock, Record`s 'out the window', Like throwin' strikes to glass,
Get by me? Shit's like a two-lane road: You ain't got the 'right' to pass,
Light the gas, Commin' through your DSL and wreckin' your ports,
Last resort, I`ll leave you 'left in ruins' like headin' West in New York,
The best at this sport, Seventeen wins, And I doubt you`ll see more,
Whore, You need to 'stick to text' like playin' hockey with key-boards,
I`m C-4 that`ll leave you blown and strung out like I played guitar,
It's hard, You could lift a liquor cabnit and still wouldn't 'raise the
bar',
You got a big-ass hill to climb, And I already burned the summit,
I`ma shove a steering-column in your gut just to 'turn your stomach',
Learn to love-it, Ya' walkin' a fine line when I hold you over swords,
I`m gonna toss you across 'Rapmusic' just to throw you 'over-board',
What you bring to the table doesn't matter, I`m already dishing hell,
Ya' got nothin but bad luck, Start throwin' change and 'whishing well',
Rip your cells and swallow ya' pride, I`ll spit at the drop of a tounge,
Crack open ya' breast-plate and put a scream at the top of your lungs..


You hopin to get out alive? You best have some lucky last wishes,
With mad disses, You on a roll? Naw, ..Your just fuckin' fat bitches,
Yeah dog, ..You got nice text-lines but their never heard to a beat,
I`ll kill your name on the corner to make you the 'word on the street',
Your in a bad situation, One that can't be handled with-out priests,
'Play it safe'? I`ll rip out ya' tounge and hand you your 'mouth-piece',
You already got beat, But lets finish this shit on a crazy end-note,
You`ll never have my number, But i`ll still 'pin' you, Like an atm code,
Dead froze, Thought you'd win, Sorry Epi, Ya plan's flew to hell,
I`m extendin' my index finger and thumb, ..Let me 'hand' you the L..

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Aloe vs Storm Chamber

...tick, tick, tick..

Let me step in droppin' dimes and kill this money-hungry hoe,
I`ma beat you so bad, You`ll be known as 'Sunny Cubby-Hole',
>From day one you wanted to be Aloe, ..Even got a 'rent-a-me',
You can forget your brother, Cause I`m now your 'Worst Enemy',
You`ll never be as nice as me, Listen up, I`m sayin' it clear,
I`ma use the side of your head for a 'pick', Just to 'play it by ear',
And make it sincere, Ya' lose, Whats there to wonder about?
It's like ya' tounges out of shape the way ya' 'runnin' ya mouth',
I get under the doubts and leave you dead in a bloody grove,
Your 'on my balls' like I was Barry & you were in McCovey Cove,
Ya' ugly hoe, Your gonna lose, It's just knowin how to cope,
No hope, Like porn-star's gettin' head, I`m 'goin' for your throat',
Know that you got broke, Your shit's nothin but boring, Right?
This weeks winners list`s like a sunny day, Not a 'storm' in sight,
Dyke, When I rhyme.. I punch 'brakes' and kick the throttle,
Shit is awful, You couldn't flow 'punches' if you 'hit' the bottle,
Step into action, Your Rep? ...It just got torn to fractions,
Shit hits hard, Why ya' think the 'eye of the storm' is blackened?
You claim to be a Storm Chamber, But ya' thunderin' never,
Knocked off of his feet, Now Storms feelin 'under the weather'..


..i ain't even got personal yet!

Damn, It's like your trying to BE me, Every punch or statment,
My format is one thing, But your even taken my 'punctuation`s'!
I understand if this is your life, You get submerged in the act,
But why are you walkin' around with an RBL shirt on ya back?
Worthless in fact, Goin' to school sportin' an RMC back pack,
2 pockets, And a 'Janitor' key-chain attatched to it's black straps,
Wack ass, You couldn't win doin' Entrap any number of favors,
I may of just emptied my clip, ..But I still left one in the 'chamber'..

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Aloe/dreX vs Fracture

Can this cat fuck wit me? Nope, I smack duck emcees..
Fracture's just a sprain...not all that he's cracked up to be..
You're wacked up to me, ..ya works just worsen, in fact..
When you don't have personals, ya fuckin verses are trash..
So expect to lose, enter the ring 'n you'll be walkin out unstable..
dreX is endin Virgin Records 'n I ain't talkin bout the label..
dreX'll split ya wig, and leave you with a hairline.. fracture..
Lets take a little drive, cause this kid'll die.. at fast speeds..
I'm known to stop runs quicker.. than finish lines, at track meets..
I'm rippin ya text mayne, fuck you bitches with "net fame"..
Fracture is only in the spotlight, when he's gettin an X-Ray..
I'm a text villian, so feel this, whenever we battle, your out..
told fracture to brace himself, & he casted.. a shadow of doubt..
This battle is a rout, yall think Frac's exciting? pff, not at all..
Think, your blood resembles ink, ..and the writings on the wall..
Fighting in this brawl? pshh, ya name? you an ache at best..
The fakest yet, named Fracture, but can't even break a sweat..
w/hands at ya throat, ya necks gripped, ..constricted in fact..
Kid named himself Fracture, ..cus moms was additcted to crack..
Rip a slit in ya back, ..Frac? no question whos the wack one..
I'll divide ya skull till ya offa the site, ..leave ya Frac-shuned..
Get what it takes, it's time to dump this fuckin bitch in a lake..
dreX'll drive Fracture crazy, ..just to start hittin the 'break'..
Ya spittin is fake, and ya verse got kids droppin in laughter..
Bastard, ..dreX be like cast's, ..always on top of the Fracture..

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Aloe vs Soulstice

Take a deep breath.. It`ll be ya last..

Slow ya roll to a stroll, It`s time my rhymes took a toll on ya goal,
This ain't a basketball film, But i`ma still put "Soul in the Hole",
I control the whole role ya condone, ..And spit like a rifle,
I`m punchin you - 'period', ..S.o.u.l. just got hit for the 'cycle',
It`s good that you get with the times, Too bad yours is out now,
I`d serve you in audio, And here ya even herbed with-out sound,
My words can rout rounds, Ya losin and it`s disappointin you,
I got a 'sharp eye' Soul, ..I`ma stab you with my 'point of view',
Then break a joint or two, Step up and i`ll leave ya role hurtin,
I`ma kid-nap your heart, And leave the rest of you 'Soul searchin',
Listen, Don't blame me for the disses, I`m just a sender of fact,
Think back to the last time you beat off and "remember ya wack",
Never attack kids you can't beat, You should know the phrase,
Rockin a For-BI`s shirt, Even you said ya name goes both ways,
You better than I ? I`m already in your head, So know the deal,
'Every Little Thing I Do is on your mind', ..So is Soul 4 Real??
I`ll pull your card and then 'deck' you, You ain't supposed to win,
Hit ya wit a full house, After-all you are named after an Olsen twin,
..And you STILL don't know any "DJ`s", ..I`m whole in control,
This battles like my old pair of Nikes, I`m puttin holes in the 'sole'..

Need to catch your breath?? ..Too bad..

Let`s speak on your pic Soul, Please tell us what happened,
I dunno what the fuck ya doin, But no one can 'picture you rappin',
The shit that your yappin? Quit it! ..Or end ya life with slug`s,
Frontin' like your rhymin to someone, Too bad the mic's unplugged,
Why you the only one at ya show? You spit? God it`s doubtful,
Thats why your suckin' on the mic like a dick and got a mouthfull,
Your out fool, But thats some shit you should already know tho',
You can't "reach"expectations, Guess thats why your cruisin 'solo',
Even your hoe knows, ..Who`ll you`ll notice i`ve been with,
I`m like make-up when fuckin her, I blow and both of her lipstick,
She`s holdin my dick with both hands, And i`m dousin her lace,
I got her lip-locked, And I ain't talkin about the mouth on her face,
Dropped her blouse to her waist, Then i started casin' her ass,
It`s like my dick was an almanac, The way she was 'facin the facts',
But i`m racin off track, Your wack, And heads know it`s true,
You got an FBI shirt on because the crowd is FED up with you,
Your fuckin through, Lemme tell you about the show your at,
Even with the black 'n white pic i can see your clothes dont match,
I`m steps ahead, I kill kids you even think your gonna roll with,
Sonnin' you so bad that kids are gonna say i 'Summered Soulstice',
By a whole i`m liver, ..I`m 'taken swings' like I stole the 'driver',
This battle just turned into a wasteland, And i`m the Soul-survivor

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Aloe vs Rudge 1

You couldn`t serve Aloe if you were a bottle of lotion,
Thanx for goin ez on me voters, Blade shoulda been chosen,
Rudge, You ain`t got shit on me like I sewed your bowels up,
Play like you don`t belive in oral sex and keep your mouth shut,
Beliving in Rudge is an empty faith, I hollowed the cross,
You better start chewin ya L`s so you can swallow the loss,
Rudge talk`s shit, But can he back it? Why`s he scared up?
Talk is cheap 1, Barbers give it away free with haircuts,
With him, After all is said and done, More is said than done,
And like a rigged church raffle your chances are next to nun,
Out loud your styles less audible than common Latin`s used,
I got my ticket to Louisiana just so I could start Battin` Rudge,
Suicide, My goal here is to make you take your life-n-hate it,
People don`t get your shit dog, That`s why you hyphenate-it,
This match was over before it started, So why make it infinate?
Ya rhymes are unspittable like being a dehydrated impotent,
Ya shook on my flow, So at least that makes one of us with it,
Get your win-streak 'snapped' like kids runnin` with rickets,
Rudge is gettin 'took-out' like 'context' or tissue with tumors,
Kid heard the news he was gonna lose and wished it was rumor,
Had flash-backs of the Agg battle, Where he bitched to get votes,
You see? This kids whole styles is based on gimmicks and hopes,
You don`t have any flow, Your aint an emcee, So why act like it?
Ya chance of winning is slimmer than a Somalian on a crack diet!
Is it just me? Or is this kid`s name more than fuckin` confusin?
You better hop to second place 1, Don`t jump to conclusion`s,
Half your lines are oxy-moron`s like violence with wellness,
Your shit doesn`t make sence like Kamakaze pilots with helmets,
You`ll never win, Like a lazy Slovak you never earn your Czech,
Battling me`s got you twitching in accidents, A nervous wreck,
This kid`s like fellatio with a minor, Rudge is getting licked early,
Aside from all, I`m winnin this battle hands down like it was 6:30...

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Aloe vs Sime

i`m already gonna win, so can i get the 'cash' advanced?
sime ain`t no comp...maybe the pro`d have half a chance..

The End Of Sime:

it ain`t vanessa williams, but i did save the best for last,
rest easy nascar fan`s, because simes the next to crash,
this win is mine, like ya screne name it`s simple, sime,
got punch-in`s on ya text and ya still couldn`t hit a line,
scared of mine? ya fumbelin change, not droppin dimes,
i`ll fracture ya skull just so i can give ya "piece of mind,"
battlin me is like ya key-board, it`s a touchy subject,
i`d play ya tape sime, but how ya bump some bunk text?
sorry to trouble you, but i`m commin to snatch ya "w,"
you can see i got this win, but i was already double you,
once i`ve beaten ya sime, please don`t pull a defc0n,
me winning is a shoe-in, plus the reason u get stept on,
i`m severin sime, cant win just typin letters that rhyme,
like a second-hand witness he`ll never be better than eye,
jus gimme the 50 black, simes already weak and bashed,
he may have beaten the pro, but he`ll never see the cash.
corny? yes..witty? maybe..but `ya never been clever,
beat aloe? ya shouldn`t have got past mephi-whatever,
ya bracket? i still can`t believe ya made it across there,
im`a split ya wig and leave you dead in the cross-hair`s,
why am i beating u sime? i was even counted out of it,
ya rhymes are like a well-dressed accountant, counter-fit,
ya rock-bottem, but thats why ya rhymes are hard to dig,
and as for the tourney, i had you beat from the start of it,
so i get the w kid, with you theres no way of delayin this,
i threw away my pharoah cd so now simon ain`t sayin shit...

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Aloe vs 100proofMC aka The Franchise

The Proof is in the pudding..

Pudding:

Let`s rhyme - Proof`ll be ghost before i hit 6 lines,
Your only a Real-Player when i beat you in Quick-Time,
Aloe`s a cereal killer, Step up and i`ll Cap ya Crunch,
Ya FedEx-in right hands and still can`t pack a punch,
Ya win streaks Gone and your in your last 60 second`s,
The worst loss since Ç whooped your ass in the epic`s!
Known you for a while, We go back like your hair-line,
How long you worked for mtv and not got any air time?
You claim your best, Your goal in life is to reign the net,
Yo..All you do is talk shit, But that explains ya breath,
Hit Vegas and place ya bet, Your money's on me 8 to 1,
That way afterward, At least you can still claim you won,
It`s your game to run, Face me and get your lid sparked,
You talk so much shit, Even your lips have skid-marks,
You always shit-start, but never finish, you constipated?
I think your into S&M they way you`re gettin dominated,
Had enough? Your over the hill like the sun in the west,
I`d battle you in audio, Cept your too in love with the text,
He aint thugged out, I`ll leave the 'professor punched,'
So far ahead of em i`ll leave his sucsessors chrunched,
He`s less than scary..Wack, And i`m sure he knows it,
Beaten by lotion, A hundred proof, But not even potent,
Proof: After all is said and done, more is said than done,
Your win chances are like a church raffle, Next to nun,
The bets are on, No lyrics so you clone and scan mine,
Your ant-size, I`m not only a player, I own The Franchise..

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Aloe vs MixedPhyt

Your Wack..
Try and grasp the concept..No, That`s my tip your holdin,
You shook on Aloe ..So it`s Phyt you got Mixed emotions,
Only thing your rhymes are good for is to cover the fridge,
Ya loss is like currents, It`s already water under the bridge,
It`s a wonder you live, Frontin hip hop but jams to Sisqo,
Winning? Ya kno ya outa luck like women in San Fransico,
Beating Phyt is more simple than simes messanger name,
Aloe got this hoe running-back like Cory Schlesingers game,
Your whole styles a joke to me, So do your best, Clown,
Kids lines are longer than Big Puns intestines stretched out,
This kid can`t even aCompany Flow like Cannibal Ox,
Quit sendin them gay emails, Don`t ever male my inbox,
Your breaths like rotten meat in Somolia, Better not waste it,
You got flow and your ill, But only cuz your styles bay-sick,
Victory? I can taste it like taken a bite out of my win streak,
This kid sounds more Mondayne than the way we begin weeks,
Your whole existance is something I`d just love to waste,
The reason your flows choppy is cuz ya styles cut-n-paste,
With such a haste your gettin ignored like a prime-time informercial,
I hope I got my point a-cross....Like a religious Sprint comercial,
Phyts flow is horrible, And whats worse is his word play,
Right now he`s thinkin "Just Shoot Me" like 9:30 on Thursdays,
You woulda been better off defaulting, You shoulda run,
At least you don`t bitch a lot, You just write and look like one,
We could go toe-to-toe, But I don`t think ya physically phyt,
You all know what loves company, And Phyts miserys bitch,
You got excuses for ill lines like: "I just haven`t wrote it yet,"
Plus ya got ya hands-full like playin poker with a loaded deck,
Phyt, You ain`t got shit on me like I sewed your bowels up,
So play like you don`t belive in oral sex and keep your mouth shut..

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Aloe vs Edi Cimoh (from like 1997)

I`m battling Edi? i didn`t know that losers competed,
Ruthless and weeded, i won`t stop till your hurt and defeated,
Edi`s the worst in the leauge and, Aloe`s deaden` all he`s achievin`,
I`m a carnivor in this, and Edi`s traped weak and veagan,
I`m hard like solidity, beyond time like infinity,
Edi`s gettin` played like a wife in Poligamy,
I Get Open, like the ass of your momma`s wide,
Shoot ya` from behind so they call it backward homicide (edicimoh),
MY stories the only one that count`s, like narrarator view point`s,
You ain`t "smoking" me, you just a "Vera-Hater" with a few joint`s,
Rhyming, nah, you suck at that, now borrowed flows is where YOUR luck is at,
But Wu-Tang just called askin` you to give `em their RUCKAS back,
Now what the fuck is that? anything you spit i reflect,
I`m the headless horsemen and kid, you ain`t got a diamond neck,
Your hymens checked, kept in the background while i`m the focal point,
Watch me wet your local joints just to get my vocal`s moist,
Your SOFT like down feathers and wet tissue,
Aloe`s gettin` his, i`m not the one with debt issues,
Your text is misused, shouldn`t you be typin` up love articles?
Read edi`s obituary, flip the page to see Aloe in the thug chronicles,
i battle with chronic logic, forever keeping relevence on my side,
"Aloe" plus "a battle" automatically equals numeric homicide,
Euphoric pesticides caress the skies and infect your eyes,
My lecture lies in the same class as infectious insecticides,
Disect insides, and leave Edi stuck with complete demons,
You just got fucked Edi, now your stuck in the concrete semen...

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Aloe vs John Dough

Look at yourself John, ..Your grill is more than flaw worthy,
You got no eyes, 4 chins, And a case of what seems to be jaw herpes,
Jesus christ, Take a shower or somthin, Uncover your pores,
I`d say we see eye to eye, But all that fat on ya face is coverin yours,
Listen man, I beat kids asses, You like gettin your colon fingered,
I got the victory in hand, ..All u got in yours is some swollen fingers,
You can`t beat me, Not even with ebonics in your sentances,
Dog, Your name would be perfect if you put a 'boy' at the end of it,
You got a frown and a pig nose, Fuck this clown with his big dome,
Forget about rap man, ..The only thing your down with is Syndrome,
Your a fuckin Ompa Loompa with out makeup, ..Sorry Dough,
And on top of that, U lookin like a thugged out clean shaven Warrio,
How many chin`s does this kid have?? Fuck what he want`s,
Scroll up to his tourney picture, The faggots holdin up his responce,
Damn, I can`t even imagine how much u get fucked with in class,
Rockin a shirt with the number of times you`ve been fucked in the ass,
Def`s nuts, The faggot`s just dyin to see you posin, ..Queer
Speakin of Defs nuts, wasn't ur mouth full when u first started postin here?
Lord knows, You look like Butterbean, And a troll even more so,
You got a chin bigger than Jay Leno`s, ...........Whole entire torso,
I`ll put more holes in you than ya shirt has, Around every digit,
Your picture ain`t cut off, Your just one hell of a top-heavy midget,
Ya pics too easy to clown dog, Theres things we`re missin too,
Like you flippin off the camera man cus even HE was dissin you,
Don`t get down on yaself, ..I`d say keep ya head up 'n corked kid,
But to keep YOUR chin up, You`d need like fifty men and a fork lift,
Nice Falcons jersey by the way, pff lmao.. nah, i`m jokin you see,
I`ll call you Jamal, dog.. But only cus ur face is as broke as his knee,
As for all of them layers of skin, U gotta be foldin`em when u spit,
I ain`t gotta tell ya ta' take two L`s, ..Your already holdin`em in ur pic.

[Vinny]

^NOT WORTH HALL OF NAMES.

[Saint]

"The Locust Statment..."

Aloe Vera..

The best? I`m twice this, Undoubtedly the Prowlers nicest,
Aloe come wit enough energy to end the California power crisis,
Sick of concieted suckas with no skill, I`m pullin their health,
Gut out their insides, So now they no longer "full of themselves,"
Keepin the vibe, My styles like bile when it`s seeping inside,
Put the jaws of life on your head to say you got eaten alive,
Treat kids domes like bananna`s, 1 twist and i`m peelin back,
Must be a curious mother-fucker because i`m always killin cats,
The dopest, Ya betta play like Ford and Escape when I Focus,
Others make points with periods, I make statments with locust`s,
Leavin more backs wet up than the U S / Mexico border,
Aloes always commin in first, Even when ya use alphebetical order,
While some cats got bows to earn, I got maaad flow to burn,
My fingers aimed at the 'shift' key, Past the point of no return,
Feel the lotion, I put rims and caps on the wheel`s of motion,
Yall flows compare with deep puddles, Mine deal`s with oceans,
Leavin mortars blown with my skills only a quarter shown,
Stand blowed on intersections just to be deemed a corner-stone,
Aloes up above ability, Ya life is the cost of you not feelin me,
Beat me? I`ll put the chance in a tail-pipe and exhaust the possibility...

Kory Calico...

I spit to be free..greenhouse effects to lift from the trees
-You can bare arms, I'd rather keep a couple tricks up the sleeve
..I Pay my final respects, cuz radio's dead
Now I only bump the sick tunes that play in my head
Your talk of skills is amazing fiction to which I never paid attention
If my life is an open book, their must be some pages missin'
You'll learn to fear hell when, u peer inside my weird melon
Cuz Cali's been through more bars than any Career Felon
To sum it up, you lack charisma, got a slow poise and no voice
And Whoever birthed your style, has made me pro choice
The masses react to savagery tapped on my classics in wax
Cuz the musics breathtaking to the point of an asthma attack
Wackness is a vacuum, but I'm not gonna get pulled in
With u wanna be ballers, who'd get outshined by the bulls bench
And any cat who try to breach the deep expanse of my mind
'll end up w/ more plastic surgery than Michael and Janet combined
Turn your crew to dust, just sit their u stupid fuck
While I hunt down whoever propped you..cuz I KNOW they knew u sucked
I'll write a poem explosive, just let me zone a moment
But you such a pain in the ass, its making me homophobic…

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