Man, your bricks are brittle, they are missing mortar/
I`ll slash your aorta with a portable Swiss knife/
My words, on the other hand, are fresh and ripe/
I`ll clean your scull form the inside out making a salad bowl/
I don`t fuck about your whiny round I jump into the brawl/
Take off the pink glasses, get your ass back on the ground/
You fly high but you`ll pop like a balloon under pressure/
Your choice of words is cheap like a street whore`s pleasure/
Mentioning big names does not grant you rights/
It does not automatically attach rapper`s traits/
Just stop and reconsider your efforts crying your tears out/
Go finish your chores and make your mama proud/
This is big dogs` grounds who went through many trials/
Unless you want to be pissed on, disappear with the wind blown/
RAP Battle -Brittle Bricks-
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