Blood of the Competition (Unfini...
• Written by FreeMason
Its like an incision when I cut division in half
Like a schism, envisions of pigeons that arisen
On emission for a mission of remission
While being imprisoned in a prison of prisms
Cause the system couldn't take the renditions
When I'm spitting seditions for intuitions, listen
In edition I'm ripping addition
While running the track back wit a fat physician
To steal chicken in Rick Ross's linens
In Betty Ross's kitchen on a griffon
Driven by livid, vivid comic book villians
I stay hot but the flow so frigid that the lyrics cut timid divots
When I visit civic rap clinics I show competition the limit
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FreeMason
Member since July 14 2015