for your information,

in the same/sand

the wind carries

when 'GOD', decides where fate/lands,

your fates stamped,

facin' he, who ain't in a major league

nor on an app like smack, U.R.L

or K.O.T.D, YouTubes channel

but just as much as all of them mixed his games elite, the type

who within a minute somebody

says they feel set to step to him

he can trace-plans. from existence

then like tapes ain’t saved

in safe/cams make them vanish.

before they do,

due to they chose not to,

take a seat and erase their speech,

way more worse than fire

in a flamethrower

aimed at the location

they shouldn't had ain't stand,

his wordplay burns da crisp.

this limitless scheme designer,

who's name is Nathan, aka

the most amazin' worder, on earth

I must say, since describes him

can be the last shot deliverer

second to nobody, which allows him

to getaway with murder.

he don't nor won't taste defeat

cause this mans on a mission

to prove each time

leaders stay dominant. vibe checkers, cause of this, ain't just witness Lucifers Sharpest Disciple, bust rhymes better, they wait & see

The Great Nate make competition

appear where he be as non-existent.

straightaway, he obliterates

frames and detonates lame MCs

brainpans, this lion smells death,

then finds to rip spines

loose where the plates clamp,

at th same time he's twistin'

their body backwards

like a snake/cramp, well.. unless he just makes his trained hands, demonstrate the same wrath

which can devastate a wasteland.

the art of kung fu

make them face-plant,

then when they hit the pavement

it seems to be hard enough

to have the groundbreak.

like earthquakes in Japan.

I can and will rearrange your grill

like a wage scam or make one knee

from da clinch position

followed up by head kicks

separatecha dumbass

from your pride like a changed stance,

the way I move changes whole block like a banks-rant

since back in grade 10,

to this day since a lot spit

although they were not lit,

way quicker than freight-ramp

everyone of them got dropped.

describe my wordplay,

as Eminem along with Dr.Dre

when they got shit together

to be specific. top notch

I display, what's the difference.

best believe, with me

nobody isn't neck and neck

and if you have an issue with it

like the last to step to me

your name will be placed

on some T-shirts, opposite of

above these words "Rest In Peace"

which ain't even the worst part of it.

because if herbs got me lit

plus I've sipped, lots of jin.

when I state nice and close

in regards to that be thoughtful,

kid, I am droppin' hints.

more than a bit about this

U need to think about,

life and those you love.

especially if I disagree

thatcha rhymes are dope.

and so, Bitch/please take note

cause to choose to bite my flow.

for your info, at some

social club event or place else

in Guelph, like stone road mall

you'll be poked and slumped over.

unless I choose to slice your throat then rupture guts.

choose to refuse to ignore

and we can smoke a blunt.

especially if, I really don't think

y'all know what's up, wait and see

the chosen one to show ya once

how to make some lyrics, so dope.

being like loaded guns, ready to go

in other words, at anytime

anywhere against anyone.

choose to refuse to

my lesson listen punk

and we can knuckle up,

I'll even throw a punch to start it off.

either way just like double dutch

I'll make your 🩸 bubble up.