BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- You're getting devoured quick, devour the wick, the vow is thick,
- you have no valor, no value, know vail her.
- You get empowerment, em power meant, in powder meant,
- from every encounter you are in, in count her you are in, in counter U R in.
- I strike like lightning, light thin ing, lie thin ing,
- because I’m sniping, sign aping, spine aping.
- Caught you in the center lining, sent her lining, sin interlining,
- of my sighting, cite thing, site sting.
- It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the proper timing,
- I lodge the bullet, logic the bullet, lodge the bull it,
- until the Great Nate waits, grate weight waits, gate wait weights.
- Examining a calamity, call a mid tea, calm it to me,
- while channeling insanity, chan nil in sanity, chin nail in sanity.
- I confess amnesty to humanity, am nest G, hue man a tea,
- planned to proceed amid, pro seed a mid, pros eat a mid.
- You're a twisted twig stick, twist it to wick, twist it too thick,
- missing the mission, miss shun, mesh in, the emissions, am missions.
- It’s syllables mixed with precision, sill a bulls mix with pre cis in,
- a gift of division, gift of da vision, gift ov dye vicious in.
- I lessen the weight, less in the wait, less sin the fate,
- for my brethren, breath ran, birth ran, the peasants, pre sents.
- It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the pension,
- I leveraged the desperate, level the death rate, live err edge da spirit
- Vermin versin’ my version, verse in my virgin, ver sin my word in,
- it’s absurd but I’m certain, sub word burn certain, a bird behind curtain.
- This person is lurkin’, purge son is workin’, per sun is larkin’,
- like a personal surgeon, purge in all surgeon, purse in all surgeon,
- searchin' for tumours, sir chin for two mores, sure chain for too meres,
- emergin' in urchins, emerge in in churches, a merge in in urchins
- Before you breach my lines, you’d need to dine with Jesus twice,
- then deep sea dive beneath the reef to reach the beast with eagle eyes.
- I speak in steeples, seethin’ rites where demons teach thru fevered rites,
- and like Caesar's knife, my ink bleeds thru legal binds with lethal strikes.
- I breathe in frequencies that feast on weakened types,
- preach to creeps beneath the streets where reapers keep disease in pipes.
- Especially if your thesis is bleak, or you speak to me of beef,
- I’ll breach your dreams as I peel your screams from fetal beams with demon light
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