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If i was Amir i'd ban yo fakers

I'd be pulling the strings like banjo players

I've got no haters... it's sad though

Every one of my damn foes fails to land a jab close

Cause their aim is off like bad throws

My page has got the insanest props since i escaped the box

On top of this dominant shit / ive gotten sick of you monotonous pricks / but i'm a patient boss

You'll die sorrily when i prize priority and take down the minority like racist cops

I'm ill with the rap flows, i'll lasso you shallow wackos

I've got a mad stash of ammo to clap back at you 'macho' whack hoes

My mind's a large abyss when i spark a spliff, it contains the darkest shit

My bark is vicious but my bite is tighter,

Ignite your lighters and come at me with your nicest rhymers

I'll face any enlightened fighters who're writing cyphers

And trying to dig dirt on me like refining miners

My mental vision is driven by a vessel bridging

The devils prison where he writes my special writtens

I render an image that is vividly cryptic, my pen is complicit in every illicit action

Then i remember my critics and center my lyrics in a rhythmic fashion