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Originally Posted by garcia
you ain't ill bill
i'm ice cube i kill at will
you know the drill
every pill and every bill
you hand it over
cus i caught ya sober
and i'm in a daze
tokin haze
smokin potent j's
you must be amazed
stay tellin stories
bout a life of glory
that you never led
you really slangin white
and bangin white
mackin hoes
and stackin bread?
if that's true
then i guess i'ma have to back off dude
but we're on grasscity
so i already know what to do
roll up another philly
this time it's grape
i enjoyed battlin you ill bill
it really was great
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Ha, chump you think you're lyrically in check?
Well looks more to me, like you're lyrically inept
While i'm rhytmically correct, till i'm out of breath
Bust flow after flow, till i release the stress
And bring respect, from akron to the glaciers
A small-city kid who dunks ryhmes like the lakers
Do baskets, and i gotta make it a habit
I spit more fire than your local crack addict
And though i'm neva one to be seeing what a coppa see's
I'm riding through this life, with hallucigenic properties
The mad hatter ain't got shit on me
I slice open that third eye cause all is we
Well if this is so, be it quite a contradiction
My lyrics are pure science, yours are just fiction
And i know too well, you can't be a part of me
Cause i'm a lyrical genius, you're a lullabye trainee ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee