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you playin' this game//
you soundin' the same//
you must be insane//
remember this rappers name//
imprint this in ya brain//
you've stepped to the boss//
and your family might take a loss//
i keep it goin'//
i keep on flowin'//
ill assasinate you in the back of an alley//
but knowbody's gonna be knowin'//
im puttin lives on hold//
if you really think you're that bold//
step to the plate, n1994 you've been told//
you cant rap, you're a freaking joke//
ill put 2 caps down your throat like im clearing your cold//
your e-rep is a wrap//
your flow is like nyquil//
mine is equvilent to crack//
once you hooked, you done//
and there aint no goin back//
you're a phony, a fraud, fake, you dont understand//
that the man makes the clothes, the clothes dont make hte man//
but i guess it doesnt apply cause your just a little boy//
so ima play with your flow like a toy//
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go grab a good charlotte cd
to get ur punk ass leakin
man get some real stuff
imma hunt you down with my murda sight
you dont even rhyme//
so please explain why you are wasting everyone's time?//
you dont have a riffle, let alone a 9//
so why even mention one in one of your lines?//
its n1994's like you who put rap to shame//
with lies and lines made up for street cred.//
the same kinda nigga's who just got over pee-ing in the bed//
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