Surell

Cuz I can keep up a rhyme you think that I'm on your style
Boy your shit's contrived, mines natural, grows in the wild
Don't kid yourself kid, ain't nobody tryna see your level
So far down on the ladder you're beneath it just a pebble
If I wanted to be you, I know what I gotta do
Sit around for three hours while cold gathers on my stew
And wonder how I can make four syllables rhyme
What a waste of time, just get to it, get on your grind
Seriously kid, I'm startin to think you're deluded
Jockin you? There's a better chance of heaven bein polluted
Why don't you let the rhyme speaks, oh wait my bad
That'd require you to utilize some skills you ain't have
Or speak with a voice that ain't spillin out
From a man who sits you on his knee and wiggles your mouth
Face it dude, me jockin you is straight counter productive
You can't take from nothin, that's basic logic, get off that dumb shit

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