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Rap Battle

I am illmatic, I need a rap medic I'm magic do not panic You're lost in my world You're dumb founded in my word I picked up your pieces Patched you likes stitches Is this my reward You're ungrateful Loyalty was a Trojan gift you pose with I cannot believe this You worst than the roadside police Picked you up like an abandoned baby Is this how to pay me I was your god everyday you pray to me I can only say this watch your mouth before you bite your tongue Let the meat you are eating do not turn to beef

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