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People-Fred again.. Rooftop Live

Fred again’s remix of No Love (with SZA) by Summer Walker

from the live set: Fred again.. - Rooftop Live (Arjun’s Roof, London) 7.28.24


minutes 22:57 - 26:28

No Love (with SZA) by Summer Walker- Fred again.. remix | Rooftop Live (Arun’s Roof, London) 7.28.24

From the Rooftop Set, Timestamp: 1:21:00 to 1:24:50

Lemon - Samaritan (Fred Again Remix)

Fred Again.. - Side By Side (Aruns Roof, London)

Fred Again.. - Cautious (tuesday Idea)

Fred Again.. - ID 1 (Arun’s Roof, London)

Fred Again.. - Side By Side

This is before the Big Contract Disses. After the Drake Diss when rap battles were done in the comments of post as well. Thus this was my responses in the comments during that time to this user. 

Lyrics: 
70% of this Verse is Invisible.
Soundly, Dramatically Cryptic and Unfound

Looks like Ratchet is back to Gadget Tactics Summoned with a Tank of Air as Fuel, and Bat in hand. The Man Convinced to be Invincible

A Basket of Bricks for the Melee Hit. 
Named stripped away replaced as “John”. 
A Tragic Character Embedded in the systems Game Picked to be Tested for its Psychiatric Schemes Rounded up with Probability of Zero Problematic Change of Actions 

Given a Fair Evaluation every Chapter. 
Weak Defenses are Snapped into Pieces.
His Dreams Deemed to be Completely Smashed as he rolls around as a Fraction of Stories Backdated as the Vanishing Clown Backpacker

Every Response breaks his Pencils from Simple Mere Mental Frustration.
Every Post Boasted to be a Level Up, Appears Vacant despite the letters due to Closed Systems of All Dynamics. He’s a Plastic Opponent

Components Too Flippable. 
No Necessity to begin Disaster

Whistle and Bend the Wind to Calculate his Trembling Fear from the Acrobatics of Unseen changes of Pressure within

Then snatch his Gat in Trade for his Automatic Loss.
Await the Day the Clown Attempts Lines Less Deranged and More Precisely Aimed 

Level 1 John as an Invisible Threat and Broken Bat that is a Voiceless Mask that dreamed of a Gat and No Clank for a Backpack in Fact Back Grounded as the Clown that loaded up Static Rhymes

Doomed to be Deleted from a Basket of a Video Game File

Enough Piles of Death to Expel Sounds that’s Profound Enough to Transverse Dark Matter’s Bounds

Depleted Fast as Basket’s Waste of Space, on Paper. My Rhymes Tear through Paper like the Herd of Words Curved Holes enough for it to Breathe them out

Engaged in the Community of Rap Lyrics. Reading this Writer’s Persistent Gimmicks as the Lowest Placement from the Factors that I Analyze. A shell of Imagination. Abundantly Antagonizing, Easily

The Pen is Relentless with a Twisted Master Bleeding Ink Consistently

A Soloist Route Observing Lack of Immunity that I Flout. With Minimum Equipment turn Basket into a bag of Grout. Trapped to be Stepped on for the rest of his Continuity…


Doomed to be Deleted from a Basket of a Video Game File

Enough Piles of Death. Expel Sounds that’s Profound Enough to Transverse Dark Matter’s Bounds

Depleted Fast as Basket’s Waste of Spaces, on Paper 

My Rhymes Tear through Paper like the Herd of Words Curved Holes enough for it to Breathe them out 

Engaged into the Community of Rap Lyrics Reading this Writer’s Persistent Gimmicks as the Lowest Placement from the factors that I Analyze

A shell of imagination. 

In Fact, Abundantly Traumatic that a being designed your bars while I was thinking simple-programmed AI 

I Kick Back and Relax. Why watch One Direction from Space?

Waste of Energy as he Floats Away with a Plan to Land a Drop Kick and “Automatics” that he Played on Speakers as Background Sounds

He has left No One Astounded, yet Died in Disses so many Times that it would take More Effort to Find the Memories Back in the Data Log to remember all of his Past Defeats

Forget Capturing him to Interrogate the Meaning of my Lines. by the Time I Find him I Probably Pasted more Suitable Rocks

He can’t Pass an Exam with Sporadic Answers for Instance he brought “Fire in a Can of Gas”. His Post and Other Weak Writtens are the Worst to Read, here

The Lighter was Light Enough to Dismantle him at Minimal Cost. Fire him From the Earth Combust the Skies as I Witness this Petty Writer’s Demise then Kick Him out of the Atmosphere…

Fred Again.. - Side By Side (Aruns Roof, London)

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