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Define simple when a rhyme sticks to the mind's temple

A fire's lit that could blind fictional ties to physical signs central

To your eye's visual be wise if you

Try to step to the mic it might resemble a Mayan ritual

Devise a stencil for lines describing what I've been through

Syllable science rips through typical spineless victims

You pitiful swine is just food for lyrical giant pit bulls

We give a flying shit stool what rhythm you guys spit to

Criminal iron fist rule animal prime my mandible's shrine

Was crafted like a caliber nine pistol

Capital crime limbo's the practical time window

For tracking divine instros with rather sublime tempos

My pride intrudes and fries the mentals I climb into

I try and include high induced with quiet pencils

You find issues with my credentials we buying missiles

If liars defy us with bias they could die eventful