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OldSYNC (m)
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My type needs no hype, because i see so many fakers appeared cursed/ That's why y'all paused, keep watch and don't touch, am the annointed i scourch/ I keep rolling 'em out, this truly vex 'em tout, doubt it your lyrics can't shout/ I bet with my health, pain is what you felt, you now closer to hell than death/ I am not very winsome, that is why i got you in some shit, that is ugly/ I got here fast, I will always remain a bully, shear fast you could get some clothes - wooly!/ Sweet cries are over, sprint cross-over, because by now you should have a shelter, a cover/ I took you far away, Now it's to harsh you want to be a runaway, kid I say no way/ My rhymes @ their primes, my time is right as clean crime, sublime because this is basic like lime/ I am the champion not even ping pong's, am lion my inscriptions greater than king kong's/ My day to fly, you day to cry, Cos now you're shy, but me? for why? The lead warrior, y'all know I cause horror, my flame did, it still dulls y'all/ Call a 'pade, a spade, most men here could be better called Jade/ For wackstars my lyrics siphoned, yet y'all know I got paid, while y'all bitches got laid/ I'm sorry ridiculous souls, you could be better doing something sinuous, probably slows/ Rap AINT silly, it doesn't fcuk 'hores, who'D the craziest screwing, naughty bores/
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