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When it comes to rapping I’m blessed Rhyme pattern I connect.
Got these mumbles rappers babbling, grabbing for their neck.
Applying sciences higher than a laboratory tech.
Grab your cameras. Take a pic. Goddamnit I’m the best
I lay my hat, that’s my residence. always in my element.
It’s evident. I don’t give a fuck. Feelings are celibate
The people’s choice since my voice was found on cassettes
I’m the sounds of a vet. You’re the sound of regret
Don’t give a damn of rappers like us
Couldn’t see us if they standing right beside us
Kick they ass ’til I got plantar fasciitis
I’m what a mastermind is standing in your iris
Fuck with me what’ll see is some random acts of violence
I’m timeless way beyond space, matter and time,
The ways that I design these great patterns of rhyme
I make atoms combine. Run in my face, you’ll get erased.
Stomp you like grapes and make puddles of wine
I’m the embodiment what the greats thought of a rhyme
I make deaf hear, mute speak and bring sight to the blind
Try to hide in the audience. My dominance targeted every
Part of his bones, blood, muscle q and cartilage
Height of human existence leaving you in the distance
What’s left of you a vegetable being viewed by forensics
See these dudes get the business defeating you with a sentence
Speakers blew from Procedures used beating you ’til you’re senseless,
My pen is Targeting critics What I authors exquisite
My mind Goes from the streets to the depths of particle physics
No point in arguing with ya too much to chart on the Richter
Prepare for darkness to enter when pistol cartridges hit you
You’re scared from all of the danger. You feel it All in your sphincter
you’re involved with a mangler receiving all of my anger
These rappers got it backwards. They mumble raps from they throat
Conviction in my diction so you understand I’m the goat
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