Aziz Akrish - Written Rap #6

I am the soldier, I carry the whole worlds on shoulder, yet I never show any composure, you've been stunned by this exposure, this is the ultimate disclosure, your rap you should closure, I rose to the top in no time, I am in my prime, yet you try to devise rhymes, to beat me in anyway your spit is not even worth a dime, I am the mountain you cannot climb, you rhymes are part time, not even in my league with my bars I commit war crimes, as I attack with my radical eye, I add up numbers like multiplying pi, find circles and openings to attack hit you hard you fly, and go way high, get a black eye, and the punch was so hard your family felt it, I slit em wrists, no problem as I do them lists, give up because you missed, and as my rap make you cease to exist, I will spit another time if you persist, I am done now you're dismissed.

Aziz Akrish

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