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Bro2b,
In my universe you inhale a verse and you exhale a rhyme,
And if you breathe rhymically you'll disperse something divine,
When I sleep I snore metaphors, when I eat I vomit lyrics,
When I died you read my rhyme and you conjured up my spirit.
They invented the exponent to make my IQ more precise
I prevented my last opponent from thinking once, much less twice
Me and my fellow GCers are underwhelmed at what we're reading
Maybe you should just stick to what you do best - cheerleading
My flow was so hot, last night it shut GC down,
Your skills are like my aftermath: 404, they're not found
Next.
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