Old school battle verse

Yea I'm in a battle with J poet

dawg your flows off so don't trip

I'm still spitting my lyrical shit

so don't take the credit

i know I'm not what you expected coming straight out of hell

Yea I'm the empire and you the dying rebel

I spit fire on this instrumental

you live in a ruin while I'm in a temple

yea I'm a special kind of devil

my potentials rising to the next level

My bars make the haters go mental

 

You a fool getting laughed at by a whole school

I'm going old school while playing 8ball pool

Yea I don't care if these rhymes are cruel

if you want to get better than stop using google