my soul wanders no longer,
no bother the way i flow lava,
this shit a wrap, my wit collapsed,
possibly contest's mismatched,
that quality content intact,
give daps. retract ya fist fast,
you ain't used to the contact,
inhaling some fumes from the cognac,
most rhymes i produce: bombast,
you can't clash with a calm cat
moving in a different dimension,
your claim to fame a twittering mention,
type presence have you quiver in deference
and hushed tones: whisper's sibilant,
-- my quiver infinite,
call me chiron, the icon,
run up on you when the light's gone.
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Pakistani Hand Cannon this is cypher thread now