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4th Chamber
- Dropping the cosmic flows, I top the impossible
- I grind forever, not stopped by the obstacles
- [You claim you got guts? I'll let a pen decide this](appendicitis)
- Rip out your bowels with vowels, you can sense the brightness
- And the sheer skill of this intelligent MC
- The penmanship of these men can't be compared to me
- [Push 'em out rings constantly, I'm one of the restless](wrestlers)
- My controversial lines is summoning death threats
- This lyricist is the cream of the crop
- No Glocks popping can stop me from reaching the top
- [Put an end to this weak shit like saturday with sunday](week)
- Hot like Jalapeno, I eradicate the dumb hate
- When I interact with the pen and pad, it's a mental trap
- When you spit, it's a little splinter, send the facts into tracks
- [I'll kill verbally, then eat at twelve like it's lunchtime](twelve as in police)
- You shouldn't underestimate the might of punchlines
- Y'all starve for wisdom that my scriptures carry
- I'm a walking and talking rhyme dictionary
- [You're a travesty as if Scott was British](Travis tea. Also, this is the start of the British countries scheme by saying Scott like Scotland)
- [Rhymes heavy like whales, they all stop to listen](continuation of the British countries scheme, now it's Wales)
- [I'm a mean gland that stuck up in your throat and won't let go](the next British country, ean gland sounds like England)
- [I risk shit to get mine, so don't get close](if you don't pronounce k in risk here, you'll hear Irish shit instead of I risk shit)
- I get clothes stained in blood when I spit the fresh flows
- I release my latest piece and watch the internet blow
- Squeaking cats say I ain't the best nor I'm the greatest?
- [That's what I call false set of accusations](falsetto is a high male voice. So if you have a falsetto, you're almost basically squeaking{look the previous line}. False set of =falsetto, so falsetto accusations)
- [Y'all are washed up, now it's time for my reign](reign=rain. Washed up, rain)
- Writing can be more tiring than a nine to five day
- You're signed to fine label, I'll still clap you all down
- There's insane amount of stupid shit these cats do for clout
- My rough rhymes shine so hard, they illuminate
- If it's not criticism, I'll remove the hate
- The crazy rhythm makes y'all dispurse like a prism
- Lyrics send to mental prisons I encourage you to visit
- You get sentimental, while I'm bending physics
- I can be gentle or absolutely shred you bitches
- You see notes of mine, every letter worth a C Note
- The stars aligned when I met the words with neat flows
- [I portray the truth that's solid with no help]( tray the truth sounds like Trae Tha Truth, a rapper who has a song called Solid as well as a song called No Help)
- Red on my fingers like polish is on nails
- Hate radiates from you snakes' faces
- It's safe to say I can lay an amazing cadence
- [I paint vivid pictures, the paper stating facts](stayed in fax)
- I put together syllables, you fade away with that
- Sects die while dissecting poems of mine
- Lie detector explode when it's going inside my mind
- They're known to get hype when my flow hits the mic
- If you bought my rhymes with money it means I lowered the price
- [I by any mean goes crazy like a cray poltergeist](mean goes =mean ghost. A poltergeist is literally a mean ghost)
- Shit that's written on the paper? I can bring it all to life
- Dissing me's a misdemeanor, I be Mr. Teacher
- That school you through tracks, came to become the new leader
- My presence is fundamental for the rap game
- Rapping with passion like a fiend snorting crack cocaine
- I'm past insane, now I'm just mentally deranged
- [Y'all always last, your life expectancy just ain't]("Y'all always last" means you're always in the last place. "Your life expectancy just ain't" means that their life won't LAST very long)
- These guys expecting me to be a role model
- My raps close your mouth like a cap close bottles
- [I'm Reaper speaking, you hearing the def rhyme](if Reaper was rapping, you'd be hearing The Death rhyme. Def rhyme =death rhyme)
- Bars you come up with ain't near to the best lines
- My raps flabbergasting everyone in the vicinity
- Tracks are dungeons for minds, show no respect or sympathy
- To the weak spitting bastards that posess no dignity
- The slick semantics leave you stretched out like a limousine
- I fill a page with words 'till there's nowhere to write
- Come on this lyrical ride, I'll be your chauffer tonight
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