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- You’re a byproduct of a dying medium,
- Trading your dignity for digital tedium.
- I don’t just rhyme words, I realign the spine of your narrative,
- Until the blood in your pen is the only thing that’s comparative
- You claim you’re a Star, but you’re lacking Gravity to pull weight,
- Your Orbit is forced, you’re just circling a full plate!
- I’m Mercury, the liquid metal rising in the glass structure,
- A Mars attack to puncture the crust of your mass culture.
- You’re Pluto: cold, distant, and stripped of your status,
- I’ll Jupiter (Jew be tear) your fabric apart with a mental apparatus
- I’m a Sun (Son) to the Father, but the Light (Lyte) is the Holy Ghost,
- I float the most noted quotes from the ivory coast to the starry host!
- It’s Quantum Physics—I’m simultaneously here and gone,
- The DNA of a deity bleeding ink on a levee dawn.
- I rearrange the atoms of patterns until the matter shatters,
- A mad hatter with a ladder climbing through the astral strata
- I’m the architect of arctic etchings, partin the heavens with garnished weapons,
- A startling presence carving the essence of bottled lightnin in hollow sections.
- My inner vision is a precision collision of fission and superstition
- I condition the composition to imprison your intuition
- by climbing the ladder, showing my timing is badder,
- I’m priming the bladder to shower the crowd with the power of rhymin staccatos!
- I’ve mastered the tactic, the fast and galactic, the math is erratic,
- I’m blasting the static through chassis of plastic and fabric
- It’s velocity multiplied by atrocity, honestly, I’m a monstrosity
- dominating the prophecy with animosity
- a monstrous conqueror, consciously stomping the prompter,
- A bomb launcher, honestly bombing the pond with a monster.
- The macabre author, my logic is clobbering copper,
- I’m properly offering offerings locking the locker!
- It’s the middle of little Italy, critically killing the lyricist,
- Physically pivoting, hitting 'em bitterly with the pyrotechnics
- But let’s address the Chess moves—I’m Board (Bored) with the Game,
- You’re a Pawn in the Pawn Shop, selling your name!
- I’m the King on the Square, but the Knight is the Nightmare,
- A Rook (Look) at the Bishop, I’m moving through light air!
- You Checkmate your Check, but the Mate is a traitor,
- I’ll re draw the Map (Checkered) like a calculated creator
- I’m a biochemical miracle, lyrically spherical,
- Steering the vessel through levels of clinical orbitals.
- The elemental alignment is drilling through physical confinement,
- A technical assignment of criminal refinement!
- I rearrange the valence of atoms in patterns of matter,
- With shattered fragments of shrapnel that clatter and batter
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