Flow in a Hole

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just different

This is poetry  

These n!ggas wanna battle me  

When I get through with you  

You gone wanna kill me  

Like pain  

You’re gonna feel me  

From the page to the stage  

The crowd is snappin loud  

Deep in the city underground

  Flip a coin the battles on  

Heads you spit first  

Bars and verse  

Call the doctor the poets sick  

Spittin fumes like sperm

  From a d!ck  

You’re chopped and screwed

  Like a trick  

Charge it to the game  

Not me  

I pay cash for everything  

I’m not here to make a scene

  I need honey mustard for these wings  

Turn the lights down low

  It’s time for me to flow  

When I’m through

  I’ll hand the mic to you  

Now watch your attitude  

Careful not to be rude  

Don’t call me out my name  

You don’t want me to spit these flames

  I got good aim  

I’ll leave you praying for rain  

Gaspin for air

  Damn it’s hot in here  

Don’t disrobe  

Glove up

  It’s time

 To thow

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