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them type of bars will leave you critically damaged with a possibility of a lyrical disability, lyrically your just a fuckin liability, stop the rhymin because your words lack poetic stability, i break you down with a couple of bars, your pre skool lid, i'm climbin up the league of superstars, let me share some advice, you dont want it wit me for the record, i stop alot of careers and yours will be next kid, C means corny, A means awful, I means immature, N means Not Skillful, Is cuma liom sa diabhal and that means i dont give a damn in irish gaelic, you aint nothin but a báltaí lid, dont ever make me ever go lyrical, my ritual of a violent visual is far to spiritual than you can imagine, i'm brutal, battle scared and dumb hard, when im about lid, put up ya guard, i been nice from the start, watchin all these fake rappers destroy the game apart, you boys lack the skill to connect your emotions with your heart, therefore you will connect your heart with your brains, every one of you plays mind games and drops names, livin in fear that you will never sustain the level needed to stay in this game, you simply want to entertain in this demonic domain, i can drop battle text over and over again because i will not be contained, you tried your best to stop me but i still fuckin remain, you can never ever put a stop to my reign, let me just explain, i take all of you on like i was john mclaine, all you emcees do is complain about what you need to obtain, you need to stop and think again, you a bunch of dyslexic MC's, it must be a disease, i may aswell rap chinease, you will never understand a real MC who tries to be unique,
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