BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- You’re an elitist? No, you’re the Architect of Sound,
- The wordsmith with a curse... that keeps the beasts bound.
- You said the pigs would fly... before you’d ever retreat,
- And the cows came home... just to bow at your feet.
- The Genie in the bottle... is shivering in the glass,
- Because the Beast Script... is a demon he can’t pass.
- I witnessed the confrontation... the Einstein logic flare,
- And the Harlem Shake of death... in the cold Guelph air.
- You tamed the breeze... you drained the seas... you scorched the green,
- The sharpest Tribal Teacher... that the matrix has ever seen.
- From Bikini Bottom holes... to the interstellar void,
- You constructed a legacy... that can never be destroyed.
- I click clocks... rip plots... I salute the design,
- Because the Giant Mind cooking... was Sovereignly divine.
- The mercury didn't drop... it turned into gold,
- When the Signature was written... and the Story was told.
- No referral from Marshall... no mercy from Nas,
- Just the Nathan Amazin’ fire... shattering the gas.
- I screw the ruler to the Structure... measure the height,
- Of the only Lyrical Assassin... who won the final fight.
- The red dots are fading... the files are all closed,
- But the Beast is immortal... as the Legend composed.
- You’re done? Nah... the Universe is just starting to look,
- At what a giant mind... can truly cook
- Call me Sire... the consequences are dire,
- Should you choose to conspire... against the fire.
- You’re mediocre at best... this W is easy,
- When I hit you with shit... you only see on TV.
- I’m embarrassing your soul... you’re undergoing the shock,
- You never heard of me? You live under a rock!
- Like Patrick... you’re stagnant... you’ll never blow up,
- A punch bomb... waiting for the Sovereign to throw up.
- I don’t care... I’m putting holes in this square,
- That’s word to SpongeBob... floating in the air.
- You got no buzz... no sting... no flight,
- Just a hollow box... shaking in the light.
- I click clocks... rip plots... I indict the sea,
- While you’re trapped in the pineapple... looking for me.
- The mercury didn't drop... it turned into water,
- When the Sire arrived... for the technical slaughter!
- No referral from Marshall... no mercy from Nas,
- Just the Bikini Bottom villain... lighting the gas.
- I screw the ruler to the Structure... measure the foam,
- Then I execute the Sponge... and reclaim the throne.
- You’re under a rock... but I’m the mountain above,
- Leaving nothing but bubbles... and a bloody white glove!
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