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your flows make no sense, get set for the roast I've said all you've had to say, I didn't need to drop six thousand posts I guess you started to coast, thinking you name was a legend fake titles defended. you know all the math, but can't drop as a chemist no science, your defiance is bringing out the righteous puncture both your eyelids, for thinking that your the tightest you got a little web thing going, but never held them mic devices welcome the new crisis, ya life is in danger so willing to place ya bets, how much you willing to wager you ain't hip-hop, your i-hop(internet). your strictly a faker i can bracket my words too, to close right into the caper stealing the votes, by making them understand those subliminal takers but the people that I cater to, ain't the same age as you we're all grown ups, your sweet 16, it'll probably take a few battling for me, yo its always recreational battling for you, is a guitar hero game or two check the way I came at you, pure lyrical fury now go and tell all ya boys, me defeating you, is a Conspiracy Theory you have all right to fear me, like american health care canadian bitch, Curtis ain't my name, in case anyone else cares Its Alex, forever chemically imbalanced with enough talent to crush and bash this no name bastard on and off the lyrical canvas
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