you yokels think you got vocals, ya dog like Toto, like total bark and no bite, like overheard every word underheight and overhyped for the title fight, you got a hot verse then step to the mic, dont step to the stage unless you ready for lights, i litter words in lateral thirds like seven-sided dice, stick gripped money whipped drug ripped like Miami Vice, I know it's nice, all of your tries, but your words are cold frozen in your throat like Helen Keller by way of Vanilla Ice, that's a dusty ass reference, so irreverent, pop culture is irrelevent, throwin punch lines for the hell of it, whatever sticks swiftly stings like a bee, and whatever floats away is okay by me, I'm OG in vocabularly alone, stackin similes in sentences like spoken word poem, I don't appreciate the tone, I'm cruel to be kind, step to the throne get gamed like Prince O, leave ya screamin schemin ass blind
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