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- yo. Take a seat or stand, I really don’t give a damn.
- All that I demand is you save your speech... before I leave your fam
- I’m puncturing fate with a lunge so fatal,
- God’s own angels duck for shade when I touch the halo!
- You mumble statements over jumbled bass riffs,
- Your oxygen pockets diminish, your conscience relinquishes!
- I kickboxed your existence into cosmic dimensions,
- High hopes make your buzz deflate quick like a drug patient’s lung inflation
- Your stunted fables, busted labels, crumble fatal,
- Like a rusted cradle cut from a hundred cables!
- You stumbled aimless, making your structure cave in,
- Before I conduct engravings on your ruptured frame
- with a tungsten blade tip to rupture frameworks 'til your muscle gains twitch,
- Like a puppets chain link on a rusted crane bitch!
- Your function is phasin' like a corrupted nation's reconstruction phases,
- Using a pen stroke taken from the sun's rotation!
- I reshape civilizations, erupt brainstems, summon quakes with one engagement,
- Your lungs deflatin' ain't a punchline, it's a demonstration!
- Peep the paradox: they shade the shine then praise the prime,
- Because I raise design, divine with cadence laced in lines!
- Comments became commandments when greatness rhymes,
- I’ll fortify the faith in time, re rooting the field with swords of light!
- Bones crumbling like origami trees, your soul trapped in ash,
- Your lungs gasping like they begging please through the disease!
- I carve your fate in sections, burn circuits in your verses on purpose,
- Sewn in a scroll with no parole, cold flows corrosive
- leave you stiff in a frozen hole! Bodybag zipped, no script for a soul patrol,
- Your final chapters closed... I’m the toll in the road to woe
- ever again, don’t provoke a scope from the code of a rogue ascension,
- My flows are loaded weapons that'll fold your whole dimension!
- My quotes are goats, all wrote with a dose of dope, I broke the soul's tension,
- When I spoke vengeance, I woke the nodes of a cold invention
- We can play Jigsaw: I’ll flip claws, rip jaws, split squads in a brick hall,
- In your flesh I’ll stitch laws with a BIG saw then vanish in thick fog!
- I’m Death’s disciple with a sick draw, you tip odds in a fix fraud,
- Attempt to take on the Great One, you’ll get your wig tossed!
- My sixth thoughts split limbs like pitch logs in a fist brawl,
- Then shifts Gods off Olympus cliffs with a hip toss!
- Your clique: the slick czar of spit bars that clip stars,
- Will spin down like pitfalls from a blitz squad!
- That drift cars into brick shards then flip hard,
- I’ll bring back Big with a grip large like a Sith arm!
- You fold like gift cards and clothes in a thrift mart,
- With your entire bitch squad criss crossed like a kid's scar
- It’s chin cartilage, slick art, which means this shit is pitch dark,
- Murder rap grit carved into script arcs where heart valves flick sparks!
- I’m like a witch's mark on a sin chart, sent to send away you snitch narc,
- Who'd get bit hard in a shark tank just for the bitch talk!
- I’ll click clocks on your wrist watch, stop tick tock,
- Rip plots from your mid thoughts... then lift off.
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