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(*Emerson skips the coin toss and chooses to go first*)

John John's protege...sh*t that make my palms itch
A bomb shift, I'm gon' flip
Watch, I'm on LeBron sh*t
You Rookie of the Year? It's clear you only John's b*t*h
If Loso think he Luka, next time he by the Don...(*ch-ch*) (Dončić)
Bang his sh*t! Neck joint
Aim the wrist, let's joint
School was only war, and this how someone from the West Point
I aim first, change shirts
Trained to play this game worse
Loso, I'm so veteran, they let me board the plane first
I been vers' the field, and friends hurt to peel
But I'm from, where a drum, have your kin turn to kill
So they don't call you a man, 'til you been burst the steel
So you gotta see the smoke to have your gender revealed!
Don't pretend, 'cause it's real
I body fake wisdom
John told you "Turn that tourney down", but you ain't listen
Got bounced, changed vision, and now the blame's shifted
John, you ain't see the Creeds? Reed's the same difference
'Cause a Don is (Adonis) supposed to have a kid who can't listen!
Is you deaf, b*t*h!? TECs hit-
YEEEEAAAAHH!
Is you deaf, b*t*h!? TECs hit
Two get put in shirts
It's a funeral, they viewin' you, you get put in dirt!
Los', you gon' always lack the vision, I prove it's gonna hurt
'Cause John's always in those glasses - I knew his pupil wouldn't work!
Speed through it in reverse!
Your raps is real basic
Loso, I survived Corona - somehow I'm still tasteless
b*t*h, now I steal-
Come OOOON!
But now I steal bases, I'm killin' doubt against us
I told you you was deaf, I'm peelin' down defenses
You lack vision, and it's tasteless - you feelin' how it's mentioned?
This ain't government tracking: I been feelin' (fillin') out your senses (Census)
This go shot for shot, bend the porch
Four Horsemen, send the force
Aren't you a hooper? Takin' E will always end the Horse!
It's me, of course! Miracles!
CATCH UUUUUP!
It's me, of course! Miracles!
That faith you have disgustin'
My religion was sellin' speed, I had to make it outta nothin'
Thought I'd die on my last upper- wait, let's table that discussion
Jesus Christ, peep the plight
I know you preach a real hobby
That preaching get bills prob'ly, and that money you feel godly
Los', I've never spoke in tongues, but my Spanish real, papi
So if Lo' seein' dough (lo siento), you gon' be real sorry!
¡Ayiyi! La migra, cucaracha, ella arriba
This Shakira, strapped on both sides: my 'Hips Don't Lie' neither!
This is ether!
Attack ya, and Nunn Nunn sniped ya Madness
I punched n***as'. Braces. Off!
We busted different type of brackets!
b*t*h, I'm past dumb
Cash runs, get money and grab some
Loso chased the bag, the difference I have bags come
So yeah, we shared that bracket, but it's never been a tax one!
I'm cakin' now, you chase the pound
You chased the kid JC around
He stole a hundred-fifty and...all you did's create a round?
In Houston, you was blazin' them pounds
The mess come quickly
That's the real Madness - I don't let none (Nunn) gyp me
Whether it's 100 or a million, I got the best gun with me
Even if I can't afford (Ford) it, I'm like, "F 150!"
f**k rappin'! What happened!?
Was no real testin'
See, I would've bend the corner, and the GOAT will check him
Or have a bleached-hair n***a reachin' at the hotel check-in
I'm sayin' do you want the David or the Odell Beckham!?
b*t*h, BANG! Feet away!
BANG! Keep away!
Get jumped on God! Loso, that ain't a leap of faith!
I'm here today! Put him away
You never comin' back
That was one round down - b*t*h, you better f**kin' RAP!
n***a, RAP!

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