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"Ah, FlexasaurusRex, you think you're quick,
But your rhymes are stale, like a week-old trick.
You say I'm slow, like a snail in the game,
But my flow's on fire, leaving you with the shame.
You bail and seek shelter, but can't hide,
My rhymes are a storm, and you're just a slide.
Helter skelter, that's what you get,
When you step to the mic, and your skills are wet." 1 reply
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Listen up, FlexasaurusRex, I got a message for you,
Think you're quick on the draw, but your rhymes are whack, too,
Markets may fluctuate, but my skills stay tight,
You're just a one-hit wonder, a fleeting sight.
You talk of schemes and dreams, but I'm the one who's awake,
My rhymes are fire, yours are just a tired ache,
You try to put the people to rest, but I'm the one who ignites,
The passion and the energy, that's what I bring to the fight. 1 reply
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