51 Lines

Uh... check the measurements. I’m severing the settlements

The evidence is evident, I’m heavenly with the elements.

My shadow is leader, my stature is law,

A clinical finish without a flicker of flaw!

Two is a number that my spirit ignored,

I’m the First and the Final—respect the Board!

See, the Board is Bored, I’m Chess with no Opponent,

The King of the Chrome, I’m the only component!

The physics of first is the only degree,

I don’t compete with them, I compete with Me!

A full-throttle monarch on a solo trajectory,

Erasing the clutter and the hollow confectionery!

The symmetry is sensory, a mentally exemplary,

Technical assembly for the rest of the century!

Just Check the alignment, I’m orthogonally set,

A prestigious prime, the highest frequency yet!

I’m second to nobody, mathematically rare,

Breathing in altitudes where the rookies need air!

The geometry’s a prophecy, an oddity of honesty,

I’m robbing every quantity with uncommon animosity

You’re Bored with the Board, but I Boarded the vessel,

I’m the Lord of the Chord, where the harmonies wrestle!

It’s a Prime (Pre-I'm) Position I was there before the identity,

A singularity starring at the edge of the infinity!

The Orthogonal Oracle... I’m Straight with the Line,

I finished the Universe... and left you behind

wannabe architect of arctic etchings observing the sketching of beggars catching infections

My abilities, agility, artillery with brilliance, see,

Soliloquies with symmetry, my imagery is a killing spree!

You brittle B, I am built to be the ministry of real MCs,

Intricacy in filigree, deliberate with energy, my pen will weave infinity!

It’s stability, utility, virility, humility, Killing every capability with clinical hostility

Folding whole constellations while your posed declarations,

Erode with no foundation, given motives I roam through your cadence!

Jogging your jargon, bombing your columns, dropping tectonic sonnets,

That stomp like revolving planets with molten granite!

See, the Atlas is falling, I’m calling the stars to the floor,

I’m Starring (Storing) the Galaxy... and locking the door

then I'll stab the third eye blind, dopamine flooding inside,

Stitch buttons in your sockets like Coraline’s spine!

I am a glitch in the Matrix with a twitch in the cadence,

Gifted, I shape-shift infinite language ripping through lame kids!

Like I scribbled with blades in the pages, my loaded engravings,

R ancient scroll incantations for pagan enslavings!

Lyrical Lazarus risen to fracture calendars, this ain't rap it is Ragnarok,

The rings been reclaimed, now the lore has been updated at 12 o'clock!

I am the flawless replacement reborn from the flames,

Erasing the status and breaking the shackles and chains!

I’m the End of the Era, the Oracle born in the void,

I’m the Truth... and the Lie that your Logic destroyed.