Dedicated to the “skill-to-shit talk” ratio gettin all kinds of fucked up in the text game. "The Emperor’s New Gear" the emperor’s rockin new gear! but what he rocks is not clear. and after some reflection, the queer should of gotten a mirror wonderin who? THIS DROP IS FOR YOU! come get handled like my business. some put stock in you; but you couldn’t keep my interest. wanna hold our attention?! ya too shitty dude, sorry… at best we'll be dye vested like a hippy groom party. is this a flex about his clothes? is it a diss about his art? either way, it isn’t very hard to see me shittin on his garb. i be spittin out them bars…boy, they fly just like my venom; he could battle me in skinny jeans, i’d still be tighter denim. fuck the black shoes, black socks, & black pants the cat got; see him beat to the ground… ….and leave a REAL profound impression in the blacktop! even as a vegetable, he’ll be pushed around like a cash crop; until im charged with extended battery like a fucking laptop. got some bad clocks, he's ticked but not movin; i detect weakness; so i'll rip his fuckin throat apart and sell his girl some neckpieces! then wear his heart on MY sleeve; people, see we had love! nothing has ever came between us except really bad blood! wheelin in mud, when he’s found flat; its exceeding bad luck; ….who said changing attire was easy after bein jacked up? help arrived, but the tow-truck man just stopped to diss him cuz he cant pull off the lugz.. or yoga pants he rocks wit’em don’t get me started on his taste, no topic deader than that if I liked the distressed look…….. I’d rock his head as a hat. but first i’ll make him face his fears; wit one look in the glass once he soils his pants, im going to plant my foot in his ass style-wise, cant iron out the problems, wrinkled too vicious; so i'll put his blouse thru the wringer with this bitch still in it! his impact aint lastin long, kids act like his rap’s the bomb but that formalwear off quick as a drunk chick after prom I can pull quotables out my ass.... he got nothing this fancy he'd have to pull his only one-liner out the front of his panties caught his name 'n let it go; what’s my reason to be skeptical? if memory serves, I’ll remind him that his pieces are forgettable i might blog about his spectacles, use my site to cite the truth, make my tightest Loophole ever, describin how I tied his noose! he coulda used my tutelage; he really needed supervision; but didn’t need the cross-training to receive this crucifixion! i discovered a cover-up, revealed it; now the mystery’s dead; find the legend buried deep within some conspiracy thread.