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- Yo when I was fourteen and deranged, ill brained feeble without a sack of change
- Hence, I was quarantined for days, for real, evils got me tapped and detained
- Fortunately an angel came to me one night and spread hymns pon mi name
- When the devils were torching me under sunlight, I changed
- Scorching hot flames under my ass taught me to fly like a plane
- Corpses rot as they hanged but when my chorus rocks it forever bangs
- Cuz my porridge is hot, so no fake blonde ever eating up my grain
- Lots of intruders came, industry names that I’ve never heard of
- Tryna get me to listen to them cuz they “hot” like Bobby Shmurda
- But instead of that I murdered all their plots and wicked fervor
- Took a bible and yearn for knowledge to able to smite all bitches further
- If you come here to learn up then you better have a notebook
- Cuz my verse are like how that Nate Dogg wrote hooks
- And you’re still blind to my greatness, I’m Helen writing whole books
- I don’t need your delusion to say that Kalligraphy was no good
- Fuck all that!
- PK wrote me verses, all I got to do is ask,
- KeyJ told me “purge em”, so you just fall back,
- Kaz needs a verse and I’m writing like that,
- RaS needs some time off, alright just stand back,
- But my rhymes are epic esque when I bring you an epic death
- When I’m deep in an epic mesh you can’t free me from epic rest
- Cuz I’ll fuckin’ wreck your head in a sec with extra depth
- You need words in your best bet, cuz I’ll be greatest in retrospect
- No need to neglect my reps, you can count ‘em and I’ll show you my chiseled chest
- Bruise up your shriveled neck and sizzle up your pissful death
- I’m ticked up, and this so fresh
- Don’t sit up, just hit the bed
- And sleep while you can before Kalligraphy slits your flesh
- Ooooooooh come on!!
- They call me Kalligraphy the Illest, Kalligraphy the releast, Soliloquy spiller, calligraphy gripper
- Epitome of awesomeness, flow like the Wallace’s
- Rhythm acrobatic, earthquakes from my esophagus
- Lay your body in catacombs, sarcophagus
- If you want a spinning head, come ride this obelisk
- If you want sugarcoated bars then you can get off of this
- And listen to Goatz instead because he’s sweet like lind’ choc o late
- I’m heavyweight in rhyme writing, he gets bellyaches from trying biting
- He ain’t ever topping me, I’m the product of a singing Socrates
- 90 million dollar lottery, half a billion dollar bodily
- Figure, inspect the bomb that blows atomically
- You bitches divine comedy
- My shit is Divine Comedy
- Your shit is quite possibly
- The worst thing since light popped in thee
- Universe, get off of your tricknology
- I’m coming after you like Vikings from Norse mythology
- Goddamn!!
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