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I’m ballistic, artistic, I’m physically gifted,

While you sniffin’ and trippin’, I’m vividly lifted.

I’m action on a mattress, a savage with status,

Leaving Guelph on a map lookin' like it’s blank on the atlas!

I etch my name in heaven, it’s a fatal weapon I’m flexin',

You unaware your fate’s stamped? Well, check the connection!

I’m a limitless scheme designer, re-aligning the finer things,

I finish the dream, I’m behind the diner... with a minor king.

Get it? I trace plans on wastelands, I’m great, man,

I’ll detonate your brainpan and obliterate your frame, man!

That’s L.S.D. I’m the Last Shot Deliverer,

I’ll leave your safe-cam shaking and your safe-hand shiverin’!

It’s excessive, aggressive, impressive professions,

Stretching the essence of methods and lessons.

I’m a vet with the traps, I’m a savage with patterns,

I blaze past the race jam and ravage the saturns.

From January to December, I’m the center of the winter,

I dismember every member 'til they splinter like a printer!

Escobar mental ascension, leavin' the realm where the kings rest,

Invested with blessings, I put the lyrical to the stress test.

I watch the breath of your presence vanish like smoke in the alley,

A legend spittin' for the souls from the bridge to the valley.

I don't lose love for the suckas, I just witness the fate,

The limitless designer... scribbling at the Pearly Gate

I confess 'the best' I’ve got to be, it’s biological autonomy,

No lyricist can handle the anatomy of this monstrosity!

I’m the last of a superhuman colony, a prodigy with a prophecy,

Risin’ to the top with animosity and hostility!

I’ll make you stop callin' yourself a rapper, that’s a policy,

Everywhere you go, you’re just a comic performing comedy!

More awesomely than anybody, I embody the oddity,

Of a superhuman colony that treats your life like a commodity!

Look—you’re a joke, and it’s costly to mock me,

None of your attempts could clock me or stop me!

You think you're Rocky? I’ll turn your odyssey into an autopsy,

Carry the whole community on my back like a gym bag... honestly

I dress better than the rest, I confessed I’m the best,

While you’re stressed in a haunted dream with a bullet in your chest

it’s an odyssey, lost in a haunted dream with constant schemes,

As I conjure themes that squash regimes beyond beliefs!

I talk to kings then cross their queens with monstrous beams,

That launch from me like God unleashed

I’m the ghost in the machine!

Your logic is sloppy, your minds too dense,

There's no defense against a monstrosity this intense

A-haaa! You can’t rock me, drop me, or shock me,

I’m lyrically dope, the monstrosity that they copy!

I knew then and know now, you could not stop me,

Wanna battle? Find out that the outcome is bloody and slop-py!

I’m Rocky in the ring, carry the scene with ease,

I’m the king of the blessings... bring you suckas to your knees!