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- I don’t think Uno wassup',
- I only proposed this once for the hopes that you’d drum it up.
- Something dope as fuck, how long did you think it would stay hidden?
- This is the vision, the collision... the Scripture is written
- It ain’t about money and bitches and whose jewels glistening,
- This is a war of the Gods, and God Himself is listening!
- I’m splitting your mind into total states of autonomy,
- A technical anomaly robbing the whole economy!
- If you don’t believe, I’ll show you the Book that you want to see,
- Written by men with a pen for a thousand years of prophecy!
- I slice the equator, spit molten thoughts as the Creator,
- Levels above you, the 92 hundred innovator!
- No full blast, see me muffle the tool to remain subtle,
- This ain't a fair fight, it’s a two class clash in a school scuffle!
- It’ll get bare tragic, I’m surgical with the pneumatics,
- Iron on the chest like a conspicuous sex addict!
- They pretended to be whack, now I’m shooting fire shots,
- Covered arms like a suicidal goth in tired plots!
- Your verse is appalling, I’m forcing a learning version,
- Of nursing home groans that I’m turning into an immersion!
- A cause for concern, how I portion the words to the worms,
- Divided in sections... until the final lesson is learned!
- Torched with the verse in a porcelain urn, I’m beyond the human,
- A Lyrical Lazarus fracturing the lore you’re consuming!
- I reshape the civilization with one engagement,
- Your lungs deflating... it’s a demonstration of God’s arrangement.
- The First and the Final, I tombstone the mental perception,
- Respect the Board... I’ve finished the sentence's resurrection.
- I suddenly fire gats, shots in the guy's back,
- I’m cocking the nine back, the prostitute’s climax.
- You target weak bars, sounding half retarded,
- Outsmarted, the hardest, Machine Gun Kelly discarded.
- I’m pistol whipping the rhythm, my shit is off the meters,
- I’ll treat your face like an album of enemies, I’m switching the features!
- You thinking you’re macho? You’re not though, just stop bro,
- I’m dropping the God curse in a verse that’s colossal!
- My composition stomps opposition, your common diction
- Is a contradiction, composing complex writtens is my constant addiction
- Comments kicking, I conquer listen, a Cyclops vision,
- I scorch the air through the glare of a technical fission!
- My promo is premo, a loco niño, the lethal amino,
- Your shots won't connect like Shaq at the stripe in Casino!
- In the ring? You’ll catch these blows, I’m the Hit King, Pete Rose,
- Steep slopes for you weak jokes, die of a heat stroke!
- Fuck your weak quotes, I’m rewriting your type and your remote,
- Channeling the energy 'til I hide the remote and the throat!
- You want to find me? Find the weed smoke, take three tokes,
- Socialize on the East Coast while the beast notes the deep quotes!
- I’m Loaded, the Lux is a pattern of Sovereign Logic,
- I’m Checking the Mate while I’m dropping the God in the pocket!
- I’m the First and the Final, I tombstone the resurrection,
- Ripping through lame kids with an infinite language connection!
- The lore has been updated, the rings have been reclaimed,
- A flawless replacement reborn in the heart of the flames!
- It’s Ragnarok the calendar fractures, the sentence is done,
- Respect the Board... I’m the Father, the Ghost, and the Son.
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