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Originally Posted by SYRFox
m1rr0r you think you can beat me
but when you talk only gets out the expression of your bourgeoisie.
Yeah man I'm the only king of the ghetto,
While I can clearly see you're coming from SoHo.
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,
You see, rap ain't a story of just rhymes and money,
It's the story of suburbs, gangstas, poverty and slay,
Ya kiddie can't you feel the soul of the gangsta
That's floating all around here and you feel hit dontcha,
Yr nerves yr senses yr skin everything twista
Cuz you know what ya hear is lyrics that getcha,
That's the sound of the expression of the street,
Yeh I know that whatever you say you know that it's neat
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,
I'm the definitive rhyme fuckin' creatar,
I shoot ya fame I'm the battle fightar,
I cut yr ears + yr tongue cuz yr a fuckin' liar,
Everything's staring at my sound can't you see it nigga!
My sound's so warm it's almost physicalzzzzz,
The beat's so hot the guys & gals are like animals,
The lyrics come so fast just like a tornado,
An hurricane, can't you feel it you mofo.
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends,
Go back to your fashionista trends,
Go back to your hyper hipster friends.
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