i always ch3ck raise misplays, my parlays outplays - it pays
in-the-house ablaze with praise; seg i raze despite delays.
beg for days in clear cliches - my forays parsed in profanity
against f***in' inanity, dispensed by my lin-sanity.
suspense as i spit louder, whence a pretense starts your vow's end
hence because i broke your scouter, my offense exceeds nine thousand.
with defense you can't surpass, harassed by massive "boko!" chants
frail as glass, "you shall not pass!" - with skills greater than durant's.
my ass! advance my trance? schemed supreme since my conception
deem to gleam with a deception, stream your dreams like it's inception.
my reply just verifies that your cries have gone awry
quantify how bad you die? certified a third round bye.
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Virtue - "You don't need a reason to Boko United."