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flows of a ill mind freestyler


freetyle let it hit you clean and BOOM now the world knows how these words flow never need a notepad too take notes or a schoolshow for these old flows with no goals too make one rap is underflowed let it be known hit none with temptation let it be known that this freestyling rapper is not an immitation these words will flow so tragically hitting verses that will leave the body soulessly dreaming of that come up since i was a todler rocking pull ups now pull up BAANG i dont need a gun that holds a 30 or an extended mag i just gotta machine gun that will finish u in a 16 without even making a sound these words are my bullets reaping the bennfits of death thats why u gone lose too me and keep all them L's in check boy i thought you learned you cannot beat the best that will have you leaning in your chair asking for a rest i dont need no breaks hold on slam that new slate pick bullet smashing off the top of a new born baby 

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