yo if you fake ryhmers want a real war
come at me
tha names T-I-P
all of u cant rap or ryhme
sad part is u prolly been spitting likes sense u were nine
i just just lay a verse down from time to time
i ride through ya set picking up dust
wit tha mac out tha window ready to bust
your home boy yelling for everybody to duck
you cant beat me u dumb fucks
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