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I’m past the class you’ll never pass, more obscene than horror themes,

War machines with scorchin’ beams that forge regimes then torch the scene,

Distort the clean, reports each fiend with morbid dreams and tortoise speed,

While I move surgical—every word a coordinated order sequence

 

I author schemes in orbit, see the source beyond the surface glare,

Your pen just traces templates, mine’s a weaponized aware-ness there

Bars bend physics, star-dense scriptures carved in molten air,

I don’t just shake the room—I make the structure question if it’s there

 

This isn’t rap, it’s repercussion dressed as elegance,

I speak in measures meant to fracture confidence and settlements

You rhyme for moments—I design the arc they’ll reference,

Your ceiling’s my perspective shift, I’m operating several steps ahead of it

 

I been the outcome, you the trial that couldn’t stand the test,

My silence louder than your verses when they gasp for breath

So when I write, it’s less performance, more a verdict read,

You don’t lose ‘cause I’m aggressive—you lose ‘cause this was never meant to be competitive

Soon as I’m announced, the room tilts, momentum shifts,

I don’t look for opponents—I let opponents convince

Themselves they exist, then I measure the distance

Between courage and consequence and step in it instantly

 

I pen pressure, this ain’t presence, it’s precedent set,

You rap to be accepted, I rap to sever the neck

Every line a stress test, your spirit fold under it,

They don’t gas you ‘cause you’re dangerous—they gas you ‘cause you’re not worth the risk

I talk calm ‘cause I’ve already seen how this ends,

You talk loud ‘cause you still need belief from your friends

My confidence isn’t bravado, it’s data collected,

Every time someone stepped where they shouldn’t have stepped

This ain’t hate, it’s inevitability framed as a sentence,

I don’t threaten—I demonstrate patterns and let ‘em connect it

By the time you realize this was never a contest,

I’m already past round one explaining why you were mentioned

It’s all laughs for now, but the sequence? Preordained,

Patterns consistent, leave the charts fractured and stained.

Bars hazardous, dirty bastard, verbal plague, unseen,

Stealth mode Corona, lethal lines, the in-between.

Guelph’s best? I terminate, no mercy in the equation,

Family grief irrelevant your defeat’s my ovation.

Flow’s a psychosis, lethal script written in the cortex,

No equal in this dimension, your legacy? A footnote complex.

Laughter for now, but my patterns demolish charts,

Consistent artillery — lethal syllables, critical arts.

Dirty bastard with the pen, hazardous to the health,

Stealth virus in the lines, lethal dose on the shelf.

 

Guelph’s finest? I decimate, family grief irrelevant,

Flow articulate, multis stacked, my rhymes are heaven-sent.

No equal, no clone, every attempt gets dissected,

Step up to me and instantly get verbally ejected.