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- I’m deadly and dangerous, changing the arrangements,
- Arranging the strangers in graveyards and pavements.
- Who shot ya? The plot watches the top notches,
- I’m sipping Scotch in the cockpit with stopwatches.
- I’m the Enemy, mentally sending 'em ten degrees,
- Below zero, killing a hero for remedies!
- I reign supreme, staying clean in a gray machine,
- Slapping a magazine in the back of a stage scene
- A lyrical miracle pivoting physically, literally pitting 'em bitterly and critically.
- It’s macabre, the author is robbing the proper offerings,
- Clobbering coppers and locking 'em in the locker ring!
- I’m monstrous, consciously stomping the prompter,
- A bomb launcher honestly swamping the monster!
- check the optics, I’m toxic, the plot thickens.
- I’m the anomaly. Philosophically honestly.
- I’m observing the prophecy while I’m robbing the policy
- Absorb the photosynthesis, photo sin of this, foe to sys the hiss,
- I’m throwing megaliths, mega lifts, make a list.
- Indeed they breeze with ease, breathe the seas, freeze the degrees,
- And shred appendages, shred the vintages, shred the images.
- fixing the deficit, fix in the deaf is it, fix in the death it sit,
- And uncripple the residents, un triple the precedents,
- un ripple the evidence ,U R spitting written embezzlement,
- spit in rhythm bezzle meant, I’m sick and malevolent,
- seek a me level it, stick in the element! I’ll heal you on the microphone, heal your micro bone, heal the cycle throne,
- Because my pen is cilin (Penicillin), pen is killin’, pen is ceilin’.
- The antibiotic logic is chaotic, I’m the pilot,
- I vessel through the vitals until the virus is silent!
- It’s never ending like the universe, new in verse, knew the curse,
- It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the mental resurrection!
- I re verse the hearse, I knew the birth was the first section,
- Of a subconscious curse... now I curse your last connection.
- Look at the Light... it’s Daylyt in the dungeon,
- I finish the meal... while your spirit is lunchin
- A wise man sees failure as essential progress,
- A prestigious climb through the strife and the stress!
- I bless the process, repossess the success, and assess the excess 'til the threat is suppressed.
- But a fool divorces his knowledge, a fatal mistake, Missing the logic in every maneuver he’ll make!
- The crucial components of the vessel will break,
- When the fuel for the soul is a spectral fake! He fumbles the thesis and loses his soul in the process,
- While the King stays aligned, evaluating the excess!
- It’s a clinical test, a chemical mess, A surgical quest through the center of the chest!
- Failures the filter, the structural mesh, that separates the sovereign from the skeptical flesh
- So clutch up the wisdom, let the lessons condense,
- Because knowledge is power, but logic is defense!
- I Fence with the Sense, the Defense is immense,
- I’m De fencing the border where the darkness is dense!
- It’s Present Tense (Pre sent Tense)—the tension was sent,
- Before the Omni Pen (Omni potent) re wrote what it meant
- I re align the spine of your faulty narrative,
- Failure is essential... but your death is comparative.
- I’m the architect of the arctic etching,
- The King on the throne... while your spirit is sketchin
- Look at the logic, it’s the Light in the void,
- I built the Empire... that your ignorance destroyed
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