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You're getting devoured quick, devour-the-wick, the-vow-is-thick,

you have no valor, no-value, know-vail-her.

You get empowerment, em-power-meant, in-powder-meant,

from every encounter you are in, in-count-her-you-are-in, in-counter-U-R-in.

 

I strike like lightning, light-thin-ing, lie-thin-ing,

because I’m sniping, sign-aping, spine-aping.

Caught you in the center lining, sent-her-lining, sin-interlining,

of my sighting, cite-thing, site-sting.

 

It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the proper timing,

I lodge the bullet, logic-the-bullet, lodge-the-bull-it,

until the Great Nate waits, grate-weight-waits, gate-wait-weights.

Examining a calamity, call-a-mid-tea, calm-it-to-me,

while channeling insanity, chan-nil-in-sanity, chin-nail-in-sanity.

I confess amnesty to humanity, am-nest-G, hue-man-a-tea,

planned to proceed amid, pro-seed-a-mid, pros-eat-a-mid.

 

You're a twisted twig stick, twist-it-to-wick, twist-it-too-thick,

missing the mission, miss-shun, mesh-in, the emissions, am-missions.

It’s syllables mixed with precision, sill-a-bulls-mix-with-pre-cis-in,

a gift of division, gift-of-da-vision, gift-ov-dye-vicious-in.

 

I lessen the weight, less-in-the-wait, less-sin-the-fate,

for my brethren, breath-ran, birth-ran, the peasants, pre-sents.

It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the pension,

I leveraged the desperate, level-the-death-rate, live-err-edge-da-spirit

Vermin versin’ my version, verse-in-my-virgin, ver-sin-my-word-in,

it’s absurd but I’m certain, sub-word-burn-certain, a-bird-behind-curtain.

This person is lurkin’, purge-son-is-workin’, per-sun-is-larkin’,

like a personal surgeon, purge-in-all-surgeon, purse-in-all-surgeon,

searchin' for tumours, sir-chin-for-two-mores, sure-chain-for-too-meres,

emergin' in urchins, emerge-in-in-churches, a-merge-in-in-urchins

Before you breach my lines, you’d need to dine with Jesus twice,

then deep-sea dive beneath the reef to reach the beast with eagle eyes.

I speak in steeples, seethin’ rites where demons teach thru fevered rites,

and like Caesar's knife, my ink bleeds thru legal binds with lethal strikes.

 

I breathe in frequencies that feast on weakened types,

preach to creeps beneath the streets where reapers keep disease in pipes.

Especially if your thesis is bleak, or you speak to me of beef,

I’ll breach your dreams as I peel your screams from fetal beams with demon light