Smokin' narcotics; dopest personage laid in focused sonnets.
The holiest of prophets is back in the rafters
Strapped with action packed moments of logic
To crash in to you faggots through a dose of the rawest.
I crawl through the ropes. Exhausted, just blowing steam.
Accosted. The boss of the new regime.
Lost in a dream of emotional bondage clawin through the screen.
The moments upon us. I've risen. God of this.
The wizard's hot you trick. You're not. You miss.
Got the shotty in the whip still smokin from when it popped on you bitch.
I'm better than you. Whole nutha level of real illin' that's still killin'
you faggots with real skill and its a fact you lack the passion to deal with it.
I've mastered this craft. You haven't. You're still distant.
I spit missiles at you with six pistols blastin' til the chills enter.
Fuck I'm in a bad mood. Luck's laughin at you.
I'm the original pinnacle that's got you real bitter.
Visceral when skills delivered. I'm cold.
Winter ripped through this verse delivered to you in spurts.
This songs a masterpiece with the strongest of gravity.
Center of the universe.
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