"Freestyle" genre: Freestyles
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	I was kinda sick that day. Oh well
	Story Behind the Song I was sick. Just came up wit something Lyrics Ya’ll thinkin of total conversions I come at ya’ll wit reversions Not an upgrade revision, I’ve seen the recent None of them half decent Battle, guards up hit the ignition Be warned I known for my lethal incision Put holes clean through bodies, Souls and minds I’ll leave your pride then put a dollar on your eye When I’m done, you ain’t gonna be broke Your pockets just gonna be empty for change Like Po’ Folk, leave your rhymes wrinkled Don’t rap bout ice, you ain’t a baller The real rocks don’t melt like solid water Uncanny abilities I present This memory shall taint your soul, prepare for repent Forget the alma mater I'm more skilled at physics than when your brains splatter Souls I reap are trapped, battle's from me make hell weak My lyrics cause your pride to relapse, to your widows peak I will wrap myself around your cell's nucleus Reproduce myself like cancer and decompose your liver If thee bite my fire, Thou shall feel the wrath worst than Olympus Tap one vertebra and cause your body to shiver Esophagus regurgitates your stomach Before your eyes sits last night’s dinner

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