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- I’m past the class you’ll never pass, more obscene than horror themes,
- War machines with scorchin’ beams that forge regimes then torch the scene,
- Distort the clean, reports each fiend with morbid dreams and tortoise speed,
- While I move surgical—every word a coordinated order sequence
- I author schemes in orbit, see the source beyond the surface glare,
- Your pen just traces templates, mine’s a weaponized aware ness there
- Bars bend physics, star dense scriptures carved in molten air,
- I don’t just shake the room—I make the structure question if it’s there
- This isn’t rap, it’s repercussion dressed as elegance,
- I speak in measures meant to fracture confidence and settlements
- You rhyme for moments—I design the arc they’ll reference,
- Your ceiling’s my perspective shift, I’m operating several steps ahead of it
- I been the outcome, you the trial that couldn’t stand the test,
- My silence louder than your verses when they gasp for breath
- So when I write, it’s less performance, more a verdict read,
- You don’t lose ‘cause I’m aggressive—you lose ‘cause this was never meant to be competitive
- Soon as I’m announced, the room tilts, momentum shifts,
- I don’t look for opponents—I let opponents convince
- Themselves they exist, then I measure the distance
- Between courage and consequence and step in it instantly
- I pen pressure, this ain’t presence, it’s precedent set,
- You rap to be accepted, I rap to sever the neck
- Every line a stress test, your spirit fold under it,
- They don’t gas you ‘cause you’re dangerous—they gas you ‘cause you’re not worth the risk
- I talk calm ‘cause I’ve already seen how this ends,
- You talk loud ‘cause you still need belief from your friends
- My confidence isn’t bravado, it’s data collected,
- Every time someone stepped where they shouldn’t have stepped
- This ain’t hate, it’s inevitability framed as a sentence,
- I don’t threaten—I demonstrate patterns and let ‘em connect it
- By the time you realize this was never a contest,
- I’m already past round one explaining why you were mentioned
- It’s all laughs for now, but the sequence? Preordained,
- Patterns consistent, leave the charts fractured and stained.
- Bars hazardous, dirty bastard, verbal plague, unseen,
- Stealth mode Corona, lethal lines, the in between.
- Guelph’s best? I terminate, no mercy in the equation,
- Family grief irrelevant your defeat’s my ovation.
- Flow’s a psychosis, lethal script written in the cortex,
- No equal in this dimension, your legacy? A footnote complex.
- Laughter for now, but my patterns demolish charts,
- Consistent artillery —lethal syllables, critical arts.
- Dirty bastard with the pen, hazardous to the health,
- Stealth virus in the lines, lethal dose on the shelf.
- Guelph’s finest? I decimate, family grief irrelevant,
- Flow articulate, multis stacked, my rhymes are heaven sent.
- No equal, no clone, every attempt gets dissected,
- Step up to me and instantly get verbally ejected.
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