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before vibe checkers see your gruesome death and me blazin' ahead huge regret will be felt

I guarantee, since I rhyme better. so, if before that you forget me,

it's payin' respect because I ain't facin' a threat, dude, your whole style is basic and dead,

I'll take whatcha said and replace it instead, weaponize every expression

U spread, then engrave it with lead in the pages I've read, b4 I enunciate every word 'til my face is red 😡🥵

like breakin' a breath I'm sayin' with stress, then I'll slow the tempo of thoughts

like a metal-plate pressed on the 🧠 in my head, makin' it stretch, my cadence is layered & bled.

also, eff all who chose to just say it, I'll shred it, then edit & thread it with venomous threads

that'll regulate pressure makin' all your statements get severed & left in the wreck, while my mental-state sets

like it's welded in place with a weight on my head getting every phrase dissected & checked b4, I redirected and threaded with intricate steps,

I'll take whatcha meant, then reshape the intent, put the weight in the text until the page gets compressed,

every sentence gets bent, every letter gets pressed, every breath that I take gets embedded with depth, then I measure the stress in the texture of text,

so the pressure gets felt when the syllables flex and I don't nor won't merely suggest it instead I'll sentence the message, then edit the edges

to sharpen the essence quick makin' the cadence connect while the patterns progress, with a chain of effects that keeps stretchin' the breadth, from the head to the chest

to the breath in your neck, so every step of the scheme gets increasingly dense while addressing the mess with a methodical method, compressin' the syllables, stretching the sentence,

then I'm lettin' the resonance echo within it, so every damn consecutive phrase gets embedded & linked,

like the next one was bred from the previous breath, then the next one is fed by the rhythm it gets. no dead space, every section is threaded with tension, every word has a purpose,

a permanent presence, I’m developin' pressure progressively, steadily, then I let it release when the cadence is ready, so the page gets possessed by the weight of the pen

makin' the phrase thatchu' heard keep replayin' again. go ahead, U may measure the depth by the length of the chain,

every letter is etched with a permanent stain, since every breath gets compressed until it resonates strange, every thought gets connected and redirected thru range, then I step on stage

and let everything change, just to turn any basic ass phrase into something engraved. 'cause, like the rest, before their deaths, they know how it feels, what they say is set to step,

in hopes, this time with quick focus, no regrets, this so-called wordsmith merged with a serpent, Sidgnosis, I said it with my chest,

to be specific, I give a stiff dosage of hypnosis, the minute I sift close to him while he's mid-process of disposin' lip-service,

by not one person, I don't get misquoted, I'm the closest,

to the truth, so when I spit it, they know that I wrote it, I own it.

scratch that. AYO, if someone or two tends to, on some dumbass shit,

attempts to approach, they interrupt, being how so, then give my opponent assistance,

even if a dozen rappers, it comes from like his top three, I dismiss it,

I'll drop grenades, 'cause I'm the bomb, no need to twist it,

unless instead I choose to slit throats, lift totems, whatever I tell myself,

it'd take just to get at him, then leave Sidgnosis, myth broken, worthless, by myself,

in the dirt, 8 more than 92 feet deep way beneath the grid's surface, I dealt,

whoever choose to take on Lucifer's Sharpest Disciple, you gon' melt,

doesn't matter whatcha names are, this goes out to y'all, btw, I held,

the crown, I never knelt, if a starved tiger or some dog in need to eat,

I ain't see prior 'cause they're deadbeat, I'd otherwise choose to leave it for the weak,

deep remorse he that'll battle me feels before, especially if,

he's been talkin' shit where everybody can see it, 'cause the problem needs a reason for a meetin',

and I am always thinking we can settle our disagreement, believe it,

but usually from what I be foreseein', I got them feelin' heated,

while exposing their egos conceited, their grievances feed it,

I give each 1 chance to delete it, before they regret it,

before whole scenes get front-row seats to the evenin', they see it,

they're beaten with everybody where we be repeatin' the sequence,

dissectin' the pieces, relivin' their defeat, like features they streamin',

before seein' this lyrical genius travel to Saturn from Earth, I'm leavin'.

fuck that. only since I'd rather unravel the pattern of birth,

shattered & battered expanses of the universe trapped inside of my battle verse,

that'll master the stature of pastors, L.S.D has in search of his ladder,

to rapture, the stuck in the dirt, they shatter,

in the place where like chapters of cursed light fracture & worse matter,

have been scattered & gathered in a hearse, that's the pattern,

Wordlife, I leave 'em fractured, this is my chapter, I'm the author.