Rounds for Loso

When I flow those bars, it's no-holds-barred. No restriction.
The shit that he spit, like the outcome of the crimes he didn't commit; no conviction
I'm over this shit. There's no realistic
flows in his shit. We know the Christians
don't hold the Smith'ns, or blow the biscuits.
I know he trippin', but pissin' him off, you know I'm with it
'Cause when the cookin' get's 'em salty, it makes the plate so delicious.
[...] We know you're phony.


They say God controls everything, it's all part of his will.
From the emotions that make partnerships real to Donald Trump writing Art of the Deal.
But if God is what's real

The Great Master is just another slave-master, making us pick his metaphorical cotton from fields.
And this is not just a spiel. I can break this down all day.
But since I've only got one round left, I'll stick with what the book about your God say.
When Lucifer was created, he was made to be blameless in all ways.
That's an exact quote. I'll swear it on your God's name.