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I'm gonna pack the craft in the atlas,

make no mistake, it’s math

that’s auto-practed, making it clear

talk is cheap, until the math of the masses

gets subtracted, and I am more

obscene than horror themes,

war-machines with scorchin' beans

that'll forge-regimes,

I can torch da scene, distort the clean

and reports da fiends

with the morbid dreams, by stackin' facts, crackin' maps, clashin' with the classics,

snappin' traps, it’s drastic

whenever I am wrappin' 'em in plastics!

cause of the diction in the mix,

that pene the friction on the block,

flippin' scripts by rippin' writtens'

I've penned the conviction in da lock.

the visions been written

that's myself hittin' the end-joint BOW!

while splittin' the wisdom,

precision is pinpoint,

if I'm trippin' the rhythm, the reasons

I'm glitchin' the system.

 

Scratch that..

I'd rather from the start

begin flippin’ the script in the mix

in the diction by rippin’ a written,

shiftin’ the friction, helpin' trippin’ the rhythm,

by glitchin’ the system, my pinpoint precisions

splittin’ the wisdom, it stackin’ facts

in the back of the atlas, crackin’ maps

in the path of the madness cause I'm packin’

the craft in the math of the masses,

in hopes of snappin’ the trap

in the clash of the classics.. get reckless

thnento get your necklace check this,

I'll take your head off, a breathless exit,

I'ge left 'lots senseless, he that'll battle me

has what vibe checkers call A death wish,

I rhyme better, relentless,

I'll take you to da trench-pit,

and U can't do shit cause your defenseless

getting your career ended,

messin' with me is too expensive,

he dumb enough to recieves the death sentence

especially if effortlessly is how he described

he would get the better of me

cause what he comes with sounds tremendous.

which had me full of doubt and questions

because actually what he is was basic at best,

which doesn't make sense why

he would wanna battle me