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up at 2 AM on a Sunday, why not write a verse to this?

Lyrics: hold up, I thought this dude was on hiatus/ I'm just hopping on this beat to prove the team is filled with greatness/ you got shiki, kwazi, kidd felony, malcolm, vespa and me/ you know that every single one of us be killing beats/ lyrical onslaught, I don't know what y'all thought/ if you try to say that you're better, we'll prove that y'all not/ we body instrumentals, somebody call up the reverend/ plain and simple, what I'm trying to say is ain't nobody better than/ this group of trained assassins, all we know is making hits/ I been killing it for a minute, have you not noticed it/ when I start to chopping, everybody just be losing it/ the AK-47 of the missing nin, unload the clip/ any and everybody who think they competition better pay attention to the very words the kidd is spitting/ so you better listen, nobody better think about dissing, cause you're messing with the wrong ones, the nins will leave you missing/ without a trace, it'll be a first 48/ they will try find your body, but sadly it's too late/ I'm a sick sadistic with the way that I spit it/ inflicting pain inside the booth every time that I spit a lyric/ bars so tough, that they will rock to your core/ but you can never get enough, I'll leave you saying you want more/ all the blood and gore, I think you like the massacre/ y'all should me leatherface the way I'm chopping rappers up/ one beat down, so tell me what's next/ this  beat is dead, you can not bring it back, no Lazarus effect

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Corbin Brandt