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the clocks wound down
on your rhyming constipation
bout time you find out
the crew-o-this caucasian
my hand ticks across your face
like a watch in hyperspace
in a warp drive space race
with a tricked out space station
my rhymes are more sick then the cancerous lungs of vape nation
i know you're getting beat
i can sense your frustration
it's alright, take a break
i'll give you a vacation
*dabs violently even though that's outdated*
 
Trying to check my homie better check yourself
Because when you diss someone you just dissed yourself
Armed with a sword
Consider yourself dead
Cause True Excal' is outshined by the True Night's Edge.
Ha... Nuff said.
 
That barely even rhymed,
Your rhymes are a crime,
I have freshness,
You're just helpless.
 
What do you know about these stuff,
That makes me go into death ooooff!
When you'll learn that uniqueness is the only way?
When you'll know that some crimes are the only way?
I don't even know, but if you can't rhyme too well,
You're not going to have well mood for building well.
So which stuff, which way, which well describes you?
The answer to this one is - in Russia terrified are you!
So don't even try to cheat your fate,
Or you'll have even worse fate.
What? You just wrote not enough, my friend?
No worries, I can make you dead, my fiend!
So give up your hope, give up your will,
You won't stand long against my will,
You won't be able to kill anyone by just pointing stuff up,
But oh, you're so wrong, words are enough to launch someone up,
And then he'll plummet all the way down,
And he'll have his grave down!
What about freshness, you said you had.
Nothing, it spoils, like all the forgotten fruits Earth had.
It's more like flies and crows are feeding on this body,
It's less that others will identify somebody.
But one is sure, when you're helpless,
You can't really cheat the time, you're powerless!
So what do you know about these stuff,
That makes me go into death ooooff?
 
Don't you know, what happens, when. Spectre. Is. Dissed!
You try to diss Spec
Get thrown off the deck
Spectre's rhyme keeps getting bolder.
While yours is getting older
4 bullets to your head
Laying in your bed
You commuted suicide in your sleep
Haha! Look at that. HE'S DEAD
Instead, oh look at that he's unfed.
Trying to diss me
I think you better leave.
Before I get tf up
And break your f'ing knee!
(Don't get scared, I don't even know you!)
 
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