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U R a byproduct of a dying theatre, a faded aesthetic,

Your narrative is anaesthetic, synthetic, and genetically cosmetic.

I’m the watercolor warrior, painting the void with a prism,

A schism in space-time, bleeding ink through the mechanism.

The universe is the University, and the Quill is the key,

I’m the I in the Storm, and the Storm is me!

My rhyme state of mind is a time crate of mine fields,

Where the blind wait for signs and the grime makes the mind yield.

I’m the butterfly in the basement, the king of the pavement,

Illmatic erratic, the soul of the enslavement.

I breathe life into the beaten and the broken,

With vocal vibrations that leave the heavens open

I’m in the trenches with the toolie, the pressure is ruly,

I’ll disrespect your mother then exit the movie!

It’s Jersey in the building, the rebel is killing,

I’m rolling over villains for the profit and the billing.

The TSU (Sue) is pending, the Surf is unending,

I’m breaking every barrier that you’re busy defending

check the formula, I’m the corner oracle,

Performin' audibles in a forest of obstacles.

The laughter is sinister, the flow is the minister,

I kiss the game goodbye before the finish is registered.

I’m Big in the L-way, slick with the wordplay,

Flamboyant for the fanbase, hitting 'em the worst way

Wait, look at this pathetic clown, let’s settle the debit now,

I’m a heavyweight legend, I’ll level your method down!

I’m Shotty with the shrapnel, rotting in the chapel,

Dropping every battle till you’re sobbing in the grapple.

You’re a sucker, a simpleton, softer than syllables,

I’m dominant, prominent, honestly miraculous

But let’s keep it Real (Cole), beauty in the struggle,

I rearrange the pieces of the lyrical puzzle.

I’m JC on the mount, the logic is sound,

I’ll word-associate you until you’re under the ground!

I’m the last man standing, the master of planning,

A craftsman expanding through the masses demandin

I lock the smith in the vault, it’s not my fault,

That your lyrical assault is dying like a cult!

I’m a Roots member, an absolute ember,

Burning through the winter from June to December!

in the trenches with the toolie, the pressure is ruly,

I’ll disrespect your mother then exit the movie!

It’s Jersey in the building, the rebel is killing,

I’m rolling over villains for the profit and the billing.

The TSU (Sue) is pending, the Surf is unending,

I’m breaking every barrier that you’re busy defendin