Seven Deadly Sins

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The truth hurts?  Naw it just stings

Respect’s earned like champion rings

Blood, sweat, and tears shed with each new team

Envy is the result of what hard work can bring

Lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, wrath and pride

That’s seven deadly sins to avoid - lord knows I’ve tried

But when the flow’s so dope

Fan’s demand results

So sucker MCs get nothing but smoke

Look at this poor bloke 

Trying his best to rhyme what he wrote

But it’s garbage - not quite the outcome he’d hoped

As I bless the track with Hail Marys like Pac and the Pope

Francis, your chances are slim like the brim of a Kangol

Battling me is like reading your documentary’s rating on Fandango

One star because the character lacks depth and creativity 

Don’t confuse accomplishment with activity

Careers end as challengers get played off with a low note

Don’t bother to fix it - your whole rhyme apparatus is broke

Base in your face, not a cassette tape

I was writing rhymes while you was copping Bathing Ape

My investment grew exponentially 

Yours is out of style and worthless essentially

I cannot be challenged mentally 

Any form of malice I’m immune to physically...