Old verse, quickly written

[Gutta]

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My lyrical combat, will leave you deceased and in peace on tracks
I bring the heat on wax, to split through your hard hats
When I deliver rhymes, I rock you from your liver to your spine
When I spit I gotcha giving up the mic, unable to spit another line
My techniques have been critiqued, been given five stars
I'm living like a star with over nine cars, I'm never behind bars
To go against me you're gonna need a permanent type of insurance
That's unheard of, come try to rap on my tracks and get murdered
So many things in my life, I've been trying to shake
Either night or day, I rhyme insane, my mind need a break
I got enough issues, to blow tears on about 1,000 tissues
If you come against me, you better bring your flowers with you
I'll murder you without a pistol, words off the top of the dome
Acts as my chrome, no need for gats I get relaxed in the zone
When I'm in the moment, I spit lyrical components
So potent with clout, when I'm focused I'm quick to get u open, no doubt
And no one is potent enough to try and test the pedigree
Going against my techniques is like going against my weaponry
Do u really wanna test me, I'll put your career in jeopardy
Got each and every cat in click, scared to be steppin next to me
When you say who's the best you betta mention me