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- let’s get visceral I’ll leave you with a disability,
- A physical liability, destroying your stability.
- You walk with a limp but you got no cane,
- A homicidal design inflicting the permanent pain.
- You say you think like a pimp? You’re an imp with a limp,
- A shriveled up character, a technical shrimp.
- You’re a Crip with no gang, no set, and no bitch,
- Just a snitch in a ditch with a permanent twitch.
- I’m the Harbor Bay Butcher—carving the cadaver,
- Leaving your entire legacy shattered in the slather!"
- Look at him! He’s unstable... crawling without a cane in the Matrix,
- While I’m the Sovereign Sire perfecting the ancient physics.
- It’s an anomalous apparatus, a Master Thesis,
- I comminute your combinations and shatter the pieces.
- A lamentably insufferable plebeian with a fabricated pimp talk,
- I’m the Architect of the Citadel observing your limp walk.
- I turn nothing into money, grind into shine with a design,
- Flipping scripts like gymnastics 'til the status aligns.
- Composing complex writtens competition is nonexistent,
- I’m the Zenith of the Matrix lethally consistent.
- I’m blessed by the best, feared by the rest, clearing the chest,
- I’m ATMing Always Taking Money, tearing the test.
- The flu—Achoo!I sneeze on the keys, I’m blessed with the freeze,
- A misfit with the scripts, ripping scripts with degrees.
- I’m ATMing Automated Technical Mastery,
- Breaking your anatomy with mathematical strategy.
- You’re gassed up, masked up, passed up, and lame,
- Manipulating the fabric 'til you’re bodied in the game.
- But let’s talk about the menace I’m the Lyrical Goliath,
- Holding the controller sideways while I riot on the pious.
- You’re a degenerate goof, a spoof, an Ellen DeGeneres,
- I’m presiding over hearses with the death of my sentences.
- I’ll play soccer with severed heads that’s a Header for the Goal,
- I’m the G.O.A.T. taking the head just to separate the soul.
- Planting C4 in the Accord we are not in agreement,
- I’m the intruder in the basement you’re the blood on the cement
- I’m the Professor putting pressure on the treasure, it’s infinite,
- A sophisticated blueprint, every syllable is intricate.
- You’re a lamentably insufferable plebeian on a seesaw,
- I’m the Sovereign Sire tearing zebras with a beast claw.
- I comminute your combinations with surgical precision,
- An anomalous apparatus blinding your vision.
- I’m the Architect of the Matrix, Nathan Blaze, the Ace of Spades,
- Composing complex writtens while I’m sharpening the blades.
- I turn water to rhymes, grind into shine, it’s Jesus at Guelph Lake,
- Now pass the mic... before the shivers make the Citadel quake
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