Yeah, microphone checker, I step in swinging sticks like an Alpha 5 repper I'm pretty with it, I get low, shoulder shit me with it I even kick when I spin and hit the city limits I'm a zombie, I'm somebody Last night I blocked six hoes, a block party Hell, I'm zombie, illy and marching in rap gnarly When I'm in Gotham City, tell Joker I fucked Harley Grim Reaper, Oakland ether to a rap diva Your girl box been rotten, gave you cabin fever I pull out a desert eagle and lift you and leave it I bet it make you see God turn you to a believer Bitches get stuck when they see me, it's like bee-bee If your eyes white and I can't see you, you John Cena I said I wasn't DC ******, thought I was a superhero Now I'm headed back to New Jerusalem, count him as the Nero

It was very good. Meow.

OOOOOOOH Yagga, ooooh that was nasty, disgusting, why? What? Let me get that up out of here, what?

Yo, the bars have the bars have the bars. This shit is fucking disgusting. I love it. That's what's up.

Come on with the bars, bruh. Y'all played around on this one. This one was dope. I like this one. This was dope. Like mad wordplay. Come on, Nick.

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Killer combo! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🙌🙌🙌

Oh, yeah, it's another head another banger all the awesome talent here on stereo

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