BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- I’m ballistic, artistic, I’m physically gifted,
- While you sniffin’ and trippin’, I’m vividly lifted.
- I’m action on a mattress, a savage with status,
- Leaving Guelph on a map lookin' like it’s blank on the atlas!
- I etch my name in heaven, it’s a fatal weapon I’m flexin',
- You unaware your fate’s stamped? Well, check the connection!
- I’m a limitless scheme designer, re aligning the finer things,
- I finish the dream, I’m behind the diner... with a minor king.
- Get it? I trace plans on wastelands, I’m great, man,
- I’ll detonate your brainpan and obliterate your frame, man!
- That’s L.S.D. I’m the Last Shot Deliverer,
- I’ll leave your safe cam shaking and your safe hand shiverin’!
- It’s excessive, aggressive, impressive professions,
- Stretching the essence of methods and lessons.
- I’m a vet with the traps, I’m a savage with patterns,
- I blaze past the race jam and ravage the saturns.
- From January to December, I’m the center of the winter,
- I dismember every member 'til they splinter like a printer!
- Escobar mental ascension, leavin' the realm where the kings rest,
- Invested with blessings, I put the lyrical to the stress test.
- I watch the breath of your presence vanish like smoke in the alley,
- A legend spittin' for the souls from the bridge to the valley.
- I don't lose love for the suckas, I just witness the fate,
- The limitless designer... scribbling at the Pearly Gate
- I confess 'the best' I’ve got to be, it’s biological autonomy,
- No lyricist can handle the anatomy of this monstrosity!
- I’m the last of a superhuman colony, a prodigy with a prophecy,
- Risin’ to the top with animosity and hostility!
- I’ll make you stop callin' yourself a rapper, that’s a policy,
- Everywhere you go, you’re just a comic performing comedy!
- More awesomely than anybody, I embody the oddity,
- Of a superhuman colony that treats your life like a commodity!
- Look—you’re a joke, and it’s costly to mock me,
- None of your attempts could clock me or stop me!
- You think you're Rocky? I’ll turn your odyssey into an autopsy,
- Carry the whole community on my back like a gym bag... honestly
- I dress better than the rest, I confessed I’m the best,
- While you’re stressed in a haunted dream with a bullet in your chest
- it’s an odyssey, lost in a haunted dream with constant schemes,
- As I conjure themes that squash regimes beyond beliefs!
- I talk to kings then cross their queens with monstrous beams,
- That launch from me like God unleashed
- I’m the ghost in the machine!
- Your logic is sloppy, your minds too dense,
- There's no defense against a monstrosity this intense
- A haaa! You can’t rock me, drop me, or shock me,
- I’m lyrically dope, the monstrosity that they copy!
- I knew then and know now, you could not stop me,
- Wanna battle? Find out that the outcome is bloody and slop py!
- I’m Rocky in the ring, carry the scene with ease,
- I’m the king of the blessings... bring you suckas to your knees!
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