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Dress in defeat

  1. Yo, Juan Quinche, think you hard? You just a front,
  2. Flexin’ all that fake shit, boy, you ain’t got a stunt.
  3. Your rhymes weak as hell, man, call 'em paper mache,
  4. While I’m spittin’ flames hotter than the sun’s light ray.
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  6. You’re the type to fold, claiming thug, but you a bitch,
  7. In the streets, they laugh, say your game’s just a glitch.
  8. I’m a beast on this mic, call me the rap assassin,
  9. While you clutchin’ your pearls, I’m out here steady blastin’.
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  11. I’ll derail your whole career, this ain’t no friendly game,
  12. You a wannabe thug, I’m the one who brings the pain.
  13. Tryna rise up in the ranks, but you can’t climb my peak,
  14. I’m the king of this jungle, you just a lost little geek.
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  16. Step back, little man, I’ll expose you like a truth,
  17. Got no game, no skill, just a childish goof.
  18. You thought you could flex? Nah, you slipped on the chance,
  19. I’m a lyrical monster, while you still do the dance.
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  21. All your bars are nursery rhymes, soft and kinda weak,
  22. I’m out here killin' beats, you just mumble and squeak.
  23. Sad little prick, no hustle, fuck your hustle,
  24. I’ll pull the floor from under, watch you crumble and rustle.
  25.  
  26. See me comin’ through, icy cold with the flow,
  27. While you chatter in the back, you a shadow, you just low.
  28. Goin' hard in the paint, y’all can’t hang with my heat,
  29. Juan Quinche, your career’s smellin' stale like defeat.
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  31. I’m armed to the teeth with the rhythm and the heat,
  32. Your tracks barely move, man, they just shuffle their feet.
  33. You wanna step to me? Please, you ain’t built for this,
  34. I’ll end your whole life with just one ruthless diss.
  35.  
  36. So, think twice, Juan Quinche, before you step in my lane,
  37. I’m a hurricane, you just a drizzle in the rain.
  38. You’re obsolete, washed up, like some old used tissue,
  39. While I’m out here eatin’ rappers, boy, this beef's official.
  40.  
  41. Runnin' circles 'round you, IT ain't no tennis match,
  42. I’m a savage with the bars, I’ll leave you in a scratch.
  43. So step back, and show some respect where it’s due,
  44. Or I’ll school you on this mic ’til you wish you never knew.
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