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Some have spent too long on the inter-web
Playing word games made up in her head
I won't give the time of day when we play these silly charades,
turn you away like gays at a st paddy's parade
i'm not impressed with your best, no matter how it's dressed
there's no flesh, all you have is syncopation at best
while the rest hoot and holler at a baller-to-be
showing off big words like it's the SAT
honestly i don't see a sixteen hundred for you
just getting light-headed like tylenol cold & flu
some talk about it while the others do -
look at me, child, when i'm talking to you
practice some more, this game you declare
a couple more years and maybe you'll be there
did you get your style from watching 8 mile,
or downloading eyedea in the detroit finals?
either way, let me say that it impresses me not
to hear internet bragging about rhyming hot
lay it down on wax, throw down a beat
then maybe i'll toss the roses at your feet
if you never done produced, then you ain't done shit
no one considers battling in someone's basement
to be the real deal, no matter how you spin it
unless it's RC, that's me, the one you'll never forget
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