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Your still hot like ice, Spittin' with no better flow, you think your rhymes nice, But seriously that has to be a no, how could you delight ? I step into the arena, and start spittin' the real, You catch one of my really 'cold' spit, and you get 'quick'ly-ill' My body is stone, so I go hard, and your no more than steel, See my tactics, and start to wonder, if its something you can steal, You conceal, your own fate, by choosing, and leading, your own confinement, Try to complain, but your the one who turned on, and sided, Decided to front to me, and now you end up in back, By the time you reach me, come up with your improved little rap .