all the years I've spent toiling, honing my craft, to overcome those foes hoping I would choke and then crash,
means nothing to the people that are probing my past, but my legacy is golden as the ocean is vast,
so you must be joking I laugh, I was chosen to draft, when I won the championship I left them frozen, aghast ,
but now its like their memory has been broken and smashed, while Certain critics try to diminish, bringing up the notion of graphs,
see your devotion to math, will only provoke emotion and wrath, you have awoken a mass, that when put in motion will expose this commotion as trash,
so stay calm while I embalm with an adam bomb, explosions will blast, your devotion to harass has lost you any notion to last,
so I ride off into the sunset soaked in the blood of the brash
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A.bove T.he R.est
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