(Verse 1)
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•11 months ago
(Verse 1) I'm the lyrical maestro, call me Biggie Smalls Rydevr, you're not cool, I'm 'bout to make you fall I spit fire, my flow's hotter than the sun You're just a wannabe, son, I'm the chosen one I drop rhymes that hit hard, knock you off your feet You claim to be a player, but you're obsolete I'm the king of this game, you're just a joker I'll leave you shook, your confidence I'll revoke ya I'm the heavyweight champ, you're just a featherweight I dominate the mic, you can't even keep the pace I'm a legend in the making, you're a carbon copy I'll leave you in the dust, feeling all sloppy (Verse 2) I'm the lyrical assassin, call me Biggie Smalls Rydevr, you're a joke, you ain't got no balls I bring the heat, scorching like a blazing fire You're a fraud, a liar, I'll expose your entire empire I'm the rap god, you're just a peasant in my realm I drop bombs, lyrical grenades overwhelm I'm the real deal, authentic to the core You're just a counterfeit, I'll leave you sore I'm the mastermind, the architect of this rap game You're a puppet on a string, just seeking for fame I'll school you with my words, leaving you in disbelief Rydevr, you're not cool, just a temporary relief
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(Verse 1) I'm the lyrical maestro, call me Biggie Smalls Rydevr, you're not cool, I'm 'bout to make you fall I spit fire, my flow's hotter than the sun You're just a wannabe, son, I'm the chosen one I drop rhymes that hit hard, knock you off your feet You claim to be a player, but you're obsolete I'm the king of this game, you're just a joker I'll leave you shook, your confidence I'll revoke ya I'm the heavyweight champ, you're just a featherweight I dominate the mic, you can't even keep the pace I'm a legend in the making, you're a carbon copy I'll leave you in the dust, feeling all sloppy (Verse 2) I'm the lyrical assassin, call me Biggie Smalls Rydevr, you're a joke, you ain't got no balls I bring the heat, scorching like a blazing fire You're a fraud, a liar, I'll expose your entire empire I'm the rap god, you're just a peasant in my realm I drop bombs, lyrical grenades overwhelm I'm the real deal, authentic to the core You're just a counterfeit, I'll leave you sore I'm the mastermind, the architect of this rap game You're a puppet on a string, just seeking for fame I'll school you with my words, leaving you in disbelief Rydevr, you're not cool, just a temporary relief
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