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[verse]

i’ve been cold cuz of snowflakes
and i can’t warm up if they state
if i’m winging writing flame
that my heat’s flying way too plain
them hot heads ain’t gon’ make me break

cuz there isn’t a caliper made

to give me a challenge or fade
round after round i’m still finna tank
that be the time where i’m catching a case

came in awkward in the game
slam poet laureate has stayed
no mobbing, i’ll ball like scarface
one half is numb like conway
the machine is gone in my brain

gritty like sandpapеr
320 kilobytes racing
high quality, yes i’m playing
fine quality, yеs i’m making

no edge lost, i’m gaining
like i’m getting louder, gaining
closing in goals i kept placing
opposition kept on failing
often told off via maiming
you’re 32 and just wailing
that you’re mad about my flame?

you should be mature by that age
you should’ve left that sh-t lays
like the chips you ’bout to gain

that’s not a subliminal f-ggot
this is the simplest fact that
you need to learn not to get mad at
your name getting dropped in a track and

let go forget about it
spend the rest of your seconds
on something productive and precious
like not caring or stressing
over my torrents never-ending

h-ll, if you can’t take name drops
then you shouldn’t stay in hip-hop
find another way to get guap

what are you gonna do in war
will you start using a talk
get mad to end it all
mutal assured destruction calls
will you unload a million shots
or will you submit to dom?
my egotrip will never stop

admit it that your fatal flaw
is not knowing when you’ll fall
no wonder y’all stay tripping, gone
whenever you’re stepping to stall
you’re flush knowing you ain’t sh-t at all

not a drip in the toilet, dropped
suit yourself, i played the right cards
ace in the hole, rap rather than spar

shaking hands applauding my bars

cat scans at your top
p-ssy out, get brain, l!ck my b-lls
you ain’t strong, you’re just drunk too soft
your sub-bourbon, like whisky rural
in this world, you won’t get props

i been like chevrolet as best
cuz you can tell i’m a hard corvette
i got ahead to see what’s next
then snap when i’m repping and
grabbed the brain and strength
propped the brawn i’d create
start a battle for the fame
my uphill climb been making way
’till i get respect, say my name

’till i get rep, re-state my name
conscript it and sign away
all your rights to dispel or hate
future projects i create

so join me as i wade
in your noise, blood, and your pain
c-cky, not chicken i just became
so when i wing it the takeaway

is imma take off spitting game

- dom_of_dnd

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