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From the start, I’ll laser-etch a sacred death in phrasing stretched

through raven’s breath, cold as glacial steps

that chase the wraith of ages left in Satan's depth

where bayonet scripts engrave regret

my cadence bends like pagan winds thru data grids and ancient hymns

arranging sins in braided myths that cage your limbs one shot’ll pop your top

ironic how your logic stopped and your noggin split U should’ve pivoted

but inhibition hit and your conscience dipped

now watch him twitch — the consequence of incompetent confidence

The Great Nate stays operative, locked with a dominance obvious

as rockets cock in cartridges — the cost of talkin’ slick is promises

of lost consciousness; the cognitive fog begins as the oxygen drops within

which paints regret with razors wet from slayin’ threats in jade Tibet

it makes my soul a forge where omen-glyphs and loaded clips

decode eclipse, you'd think I spoke in riffs that broke the crypt

invoked the pitch of ocean hymns and opened rifts thru soldiers’ wrists

when I wrote this diss in molten script that'll fold existence

but first though mold the distance which stitches the sky

with plasma yarn and branded scars of planets carved, even if you rapid fire

a savage well above average song, I'll counter fast like a cobra lashin’ on

a massive Kong — snappin’ bones as the battles on

I'll grab your arms with a manic calm, clamp and twist till the tendons snap

like damaged yarn, sinews rip like fabric torn and that’s not tragic

nah, that’s just tactics drawn when havoc spawns from the wrath I’m on

what's tragic will be me taken your life prematurely like Christmas in October.

 

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My chants alarm The Wrath of Gods

who scatter stars in shattered jars, the path is dark

I march through marsh where dragons bark in acid-tar

it masks my heart in scarlet char

a blackened art from galaxies barred

in casket bars where phantoms spar which means I’m the big problem punk

U are just a quick target unaware I hit hardest

and I'mma leave your wig parted like cheap carpets

U started beef? I end markets U bargain-bin bars ain’t cut for the conflict

I’m profit — you nonsense, I bomb squads

like it's a festival in progress, while U blog stress and digest comments for progress

I speak in steeples, seething rites where demons teach through fevered nights

and like Caesar’s knife, my ink bleeds through legal binds in lethal stripes

a gleaming scythe in seasoned ice that cleaves the lives of peoples pride

Your feeble lines’ll meet decline — I freeze ’em, fry ’em, read your mind

then weave a shrine in bleeding rhyme

that leaves you signed beneath the pine

while mine defines the eagles climb and so this brutality?

A business trip — no theatrics, I just lift the script, bash him in

with a vicious grip, twist and flip your brittle limbs till ligaments slither

like liquid ribbon drips, you are finished quick — diminished, stiff

inhibited, limited, spittin’ timid gimmick-written sentiments

I’m infinite, here to leave you slumped, twisted, stiff

like a vintage disc - spun backwards, scratched, and minimized

Here’s a warning — mourn in advance, you’re forced in a trance

distorted stance, you are awkward, forced bars

sound like talk from a padded ward or a tortured fan

your aura soft — cotton candy fog dissolvin’ off

I spark a match and your auras gone like a shattered moon

when the comet lands, we collide like meteors

your path is wrong, I'll blast the form and snap your core in half

before your atoms form — facts, you are liquid heat under pressure

I’m the atom bomb which makes it clear before you ever breach

my weakest rhyme, you’d need to dine with Jesus twice

then deep-sea dive through reef and brine to meet the beast with eagle sight

the lethal Geist beneath my spine.