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Off the mental, instrumental incidental, I just vent though

Pens glow, tempo switch, I bend flows till they limbo

In-side the line, intertwine every rhyme with a kendo

Strike, precise, slice mics, then I ride on the intro ( i'm fuckin' nymphos )

Back on my pivot, I flip it, the vision is vivid, I get it ( yeah, NIGGA!!!!!!! )

Metrical medicine, measurements settlin’, never forget it

I said it already, but read it again how I thread it

Internal combustion, eruption of something embedded

Compost the losses, dead weight turn great when it’s aged right

Graveyard to garden, I harvest the scars in the same night

Pain write, ink bleed, stampede on a blank mic

Hand tight, plan strike, land right on the snare, right?

I’m in the pocket, I lock it, no logic can stop it, I rock it

Compound sound, pound ground when I drop in the socket

Shockin’ the block with a doctrine of bars I be stockin’

Clockin’ the cadence, my patience is laser, I’m plotting

Interwoven flows, overdose on a vocal proposal

Close to ferocious, I ghost through the notes like I’m postal

Most of ‘em boastful, I roast ‘em, approach is disposal

Coastal to global, I’m mobile with quotables total

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Breath control, let it roll, never fold, I’m elastic

Grammar gymnastics, stack tactics, craft it fantastic

Past tense, present, the essence, compressed in the package

Freestyle but it feel like I planned every passage