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• Written by NJKG
I’ll wreck a tweeb who steps to me until there is none of him left to see,
I’ll do it effortlessly for believing that he’s better than me.
Everybody will see as he’s struggling with the legacy,
I’m the remedy for the heresy, mentally and physically.
It’s dead meat, fed to the starved tigers to eat,
The shred is complete, I tread on the weak in the street!
I’m steadily deadly, readily shredding your memory,
Emptying energy into your identity—tend to the lethargy!
You struggle suddenly, I’m huddled in subtlety,
Muffling the muzzle while I’m shuffling the company!
The carnage is clinical, the pinnacle of the purity,
I’m locking the facility with maximum security!
I portion the specimen, orphaning gentlemen,
Morphing the skeleton back to its origin elements!
The trajectory is a spectacle, I’m skeptical of your pedigree,
I abuse the entire field like a dose of the ecstasy!
See, you’re Meat to the Tigers, but the Tiger is the Truth,
I’m Lion (Lying) to the world when I say you’re in your youth!
You’re Old Meat (Hold Meat), the butcher is Sovereign,
I’m governing the hunger that your ignorance is smothering!
It’s a Food Chain (Feud Chain), I’m breaking the links,
The Omni-Pen rises... while your reputation stinks!
I tombstone the resurrection, you’re gone from the vision,
A prestigious prime dissolving your hollow division!
I finished the sentence before the predators arrived,
I’m the only reason that the Lore has survived.
Respect the Board, I’m the Father of the Famine,
I’m the Truth in the Steel... and the Light you can’t examine.
You’ll submerge the universe? I’m the Pressure at the core,
The Deep Purge of the weak... who can’t calculate the war.
You measure the worth? Well, I’ve audited the soul,
And your rebirth is a glitch... I’ve regained the control.
You’ll bleed the church? I’m the Altar and the Flame,
The Galaxy’s knees lurch... at the mention of my name.
You’re a thermal sub-merger? I’m Absolute Zero,
The End of the Story... for the Sovereign anti-hero!
You’re Scalable Ability? I’m Infinite Supply,
The Ministry of Infinity... is a corporate lie.
Your soliloquies are boardrooms? I liquidate the firm,
Leaving ownership mentally... to the maggot and the worm.
You skipped the crash course? That’s why you’re hitting the wall,
I’m the Structural Mastery... that survives the fall.
You map 'em naturally? I re-wrote the terrain,
Until the Final Exam... is just a blood-stain on your brain!
Bullets prosecute thoughts? I’m the Idea you can’t hit,
The Red Dots are clearing... because I extinguished the pit.
I’m not a cold file... I’m the System that reads 'em,
The Judge and the Jury... and the Gallows that needs 'em.
You zipped me with the law? I’m the Legislative Power,
The Verdict at Broad Day... is my finest hour.
You said what you said? Well, the silence is louder,
Turning Nathan Amazin’... into industrial powder!
I click clocks... rip plots... I override the red-dot,
Turning your Amazing ending... into a cold dead forgot.
No referral from Marshall... no mercy from Nas,
Just the Universe submerged... in the Sovereign gas.
I screw the ruler to the Structure... measure the scars,
Then I execute the Owner... and re-claim the stars