I speak my feelings of truth cuz I’m a real MC

The definition of it is what I’ve grown to be

Tellin me to grab my weapons is a mistake for thee

There’s no way you ready for war wit SkittS-OP

So fuck you and every rhyme you spew

You sure you wanna put yourself through this sort of verbal abuse?

Chozen ain’t the name that we even chose to use

It was given with a torch from some heavenly crews

With ability to spit deep enough drowning you tools

Clownin you fools any fuckin way that I choose!

 

 

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