L.S.D lines split domes

When he finally aligned it,

the reason behind it?

he came to realize

competing with me

wasn’t built for his climate.

just a bit, that's why I admit,

I was confused, him thinkin'

between the intent and rhyme print,

refinement was timin',

because he should've seen it

as blindness, the gap in the science.

especially considerin',

as a warnin'.. I told him to go home, refine it, rewrite, what the heck

he's tryin', before prayin' 4 alignment.

by doing otherwise

describes why he's badly mistaken,

cause by given a try, battlin' Nathan.

he'd be facin' the illest alive,

after Eminem dies.

I went, make no mistake,

man, if I letcha survive,

it's so U witness my rise.

instead though it goes I trace plans

in the same sand the winds carries when God decides where fates-land

'cause of that.. his fates stamped.

way worse than 🔥 in a flamethrower aimed at where he shouldn't had

ain't stand, he'll be burnt

b4 I make him vanish from existence

like a tape ain’t saved in a safe-cam.

I am gonna rip his spine-loose

where da plates-clamp,

with these trained-hands that twist bodies backwards like a snake-cramp

I'll obliterate his frame then.

if he attempts to knuckle up.

as soon as he face-plants

I am making sure

I detonate his brainpan.

without an earthquake,

Lucifers sharpest disciple

demonstrates the same wrath

that devastates a wastelands.

him, hittin' the pavement

I foresee and the groundbreakin'.

also me rearrangin' his grill

like a wage-scam, with the blade

I've carried since grade ten

before I rupture guts & watch

his blood bubble up. before his demise he'll see L.S.D change his whole block

like a banks-rant