4th Chamber

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Dropping the cosmic flows, I top the impossible
I grind forever, not stopped by the obstacles
You claim you got guts? I'll let a pen decide this
Rip out your bowels with vowels, you can sense the brightness
And the sheer skill of this intelligent MC
The penmanship of these men can't be compared to me
Push 'em out rings constantly, I'm one of the restless
My controversial lines is summoning death threats
This lyricist is the cream of the crop
No Glocks popping can stop me from reaching the top
Put an end to this weak shit like saturday with sunday
Hot like Jalapeno, I eradicate the dumb hate
When I interact with the pen and pad, it's a mental trap
When you spit, it's a little splinter, send the facts into tracks
I'll kill verbally, then eat at twelve like it's lunchtime
You shouldn't underestimate the might of punchlines
Y'all starve for wisdom that my scriptures carry
I'm a walking and talking rhyme dictionary
You're a travesty as if Scott was British
Rhymes heavy like whales, they all stop to listen
I'm a mean gland that stuck up in your throat and won't let go
I risk shit to get mine, so don't get close
I get clothes stained in blood when I spit the fresh flows
I release my latest piece and watch the internet blow
Squeaking cats say I ain't the best nor I'm the greatest?
That's what I call false set of accusations
Y'all are washed up, now it's time for my reign
Writing can be more tiring than a nine to five day
You're signed to fine label, I'll still clap you all down
There's insane amount of stupid shit these cats do for clout
My rough rhymes shine so hard, they illuminate
If it's not criticism, I'll remove the hate
The crazy rhythm makes y'all dispurse like a prism
Lyrics send to mental prisons I encourage you to visit
You get sentimental, while I'm bending physics
I can be gentle or absolutely shred you bitches
You see notes of mine, every letter worth a C-Note
The stars aligned when I met the words with neat flows
I portray the truth that's solid with no help
Red on my fingers like polish is on nails
Hate radiates from you snakes' faces
It's safe to say I can lay an amazing cadence
I paint vivid pictures, the paper stating facts
I put together syllables, you fade away with that
Sects die while dissecting poems of mine
Lie detector explode when it's going inside my mind
They're known to get hype when my flow hits the mic
If you bought my rhymes with money it means I lowered the price
I by any mean goes crazy like a cray poltergeist
Shit that's written on the paper? I can bring it all to life
Dissing me's a misdemeanor, I be Mr. Teacher
That school you through tracks, came to become the new leader
My presence is fundamental for the rap game
Rapping with passion like a fiend snorting crack cocaine
I'm past insane, now I'm just mentally deranged
Y'all always last, your life expectancy just ain't
These guys expecting me to be a role model
My raps close your mouth like a cap close bottles
I'm Reaper speaking, you hearing the def rhyme
Bars you come up with ain't near to the best lines
My raps flabbergasting everyone in the vicinity
Tracks are dungeons for minds, show no respect or sympathy
To the weak spitting bastards that posess no dignity
The slick semantics leave you stretched out like a limousine
I fill a page with words 'till there's nowhere to write
Come on this lyrical ride, I'll be your chauffer tonight

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