[Lindel]

My Art of Battling is stronger than a Charge of Calvary,
You call yourself the best? I Call that a Fallacy,
my pistol sounds like a dog Barking Angrily, Discharging Rapidly,
I corner the competition like Market Strategy…
Sharp Analogies, watch me Cock the Hammer you Stop and Stammer,
I Chop Cadavers with more blades contained than Helicopter Hangars,
Pinpoint position like Diagnostic Scanners identifying Chronic Cancer,
Catching motherfuckers out like Pol
Who’s the best at Dropping Chapters?
You? What an Idiotic Answer, What a Slander, you are Not a Factor,
Microscopic Stature - a speck of Cosmic Matter against Atomic Rapture,
Velociraptor Doppelganger you get your Oblongata Splattered,
Psychotic Battler with Bottled Anger, Top Commander,
Watch your Manners or get your Collar Fractured,
You’re gonna get this work – look at how the Jobless Gather,
I throw MCs aside like Tossing Wrappers, compared to me you’re just a Comic Actor…
Invincible with Lyricals, I’m a sick Criminal that drinks Chemicals,
Rip you in the Physical, flip Individuals like Reciprocals,
my knife sharper than the Visuals for high Definitional Digital…
My unpredictable Compositionals are impossible to Classify,
Rapid Rhyme Samurai, I break you down like tryna Factorize when Math Applied,
Half your Lines Antagonize the other half are Standard Lies…
Amplify the Voltage Effect, stick Bolts in your Neck that look like Frankenstein Awoke from the Dead,
No one’s Exempt, going toe to Toe with the Best? Opponents Fold in a Sec,
Showing Contempt, Focused with Threats, destroy everything like swarms of Locusts and Pests…

The Original Rhymeborg - plastic silica in my endoplasmic reticula,
With a lifespan to match Nutricula, I snap fibula till it hang perpendicular,
Your style is actually minima, it lacks effect like classical cinema.
In particular, your style is boring us all,
You’re horribly poor, my bank statement contains 4 times more commas than yours,
Probable cause, motherfucker drop to the floor, I am the law,
Start up the saw, the Marshal of war will carve through your jaw until you’re forced to withdraw,
You marvel the form, I point out your obvious flaws,
I’m constantly raw, its genocidal the way I exterminate pathetic rivals,
Throw me in the mix I’ll hit the semi-finals with a quick bien jugado to you bitch Americanos,
Make you wish for deaths arrival, apply pressure to cerebrospinal, then split your water head with a lever rifle,
Shred your vitals, the form is perfect like geometric spirals.
No reprisal, wait a moment and I’ll fillet this lame opponent,
Get your brains shot - you’re a rain drop trying to displace the ocean,
Your display was hopeless, straight atrocious, better off trying to cultivate a lotus within a plague of locusts,
What I states ferocious, make your kids play with clay explosives.
Not even staying focused, just deliver lyric message with the sickest methods,
The king of rhyme grows tired of this simple peasant, I dismiss your presence,
Rip your tendons in a millisecond, give you hope until your will is strengthened right before your intercepted,
People supporting you trying to make a quick investment better get a risk assessment,
Your chance of a win is a slim percentage, and your sisters pregnant,
You are pale - I am iridescent, each limb is fully independent and capable of killing legends,
Against me? You better take the Fifth Amendment.

I’m a bio-militant handling complex reactions and diverse stimulus,
I saw people writing about “Flow” don’t they know my hydrosynthesis?
Battling me? You must be smoking psychostimulants, you would be better off smoking nitro-glycerine,
You battling me is like a diabetic going into shock without their glycol-insulin,
Because I rhyme ridiculous with no right equivalent, my styles so intricate it forms inside a chrysalis,
My status supermassive - Your status is a micro-increment,
You’re just a minor irritant; I despise your insolence,
Losing against this sideshow participant? I can’t accept the thought - my mind shows dissonance,
Someone wrote I was light that’s typo isn’t it? They meant tight because I’m the maestro killing it,
You won’t believe what your eyeball’s witnessing, burn the optics from the socket like a light bulb filament,
The wolves are out and nightfalls imminent,
This life forms illiterate what you write shows ignorance,
We might go into it, but I prefer to stay neutral like Ireland or Switzerland,
My lines are limitless - you could spend years burning written text to disc with ISO imaging.
Twice as strong as diamond silicon, let’s get one thing clear I am not like you,
You want to battle? Meet me at high noon inside the air tight vacuum.
Or in a high tech classroom, I have to teach you a grave lesson,
The cross breed hitting warp speed firing a space weapon to split you into sagittal plane sections,
Strike with the force of eight consecutive freight engines, your face looks like you constantly taste lemons,
I smoke the finest product you just scrape resin from yesterdays session,
I grow tired of the strange presence of this lame peasant, in a contest of seven people you came seventh.

My style is emphatic, highly advanced with the rhyming dynamics,
You try minimizing the damage, your life is a challenge,
My mind is unified - yours is a slice of a fragment,
Disorganized - psychosomatic, undetailed like some kind of schematic,
My writing is balanced; I aggressively boast with a measured approach,
You study my technical notes, your pathetic, a joke.
The best of zygote –
Bayonet to your throat, split you down a center line and disconnect your mind,
Your style is hormonal - I think it’s best described as endocrine,
You probably feel objectified.
I started with an impressive climb and finished in an endless prime,
I’ve perfected rhyme, break you down in record time when strength applied,
It will take your finest effort just to test my lines and you will face resistance like an isometric exercise.
I have no set design. I just improve and get better under the stress of evolutionary pressure,
Remove you defenders, you better choose to surrender,
I challenge your claims like an insurance assessor and disprove your conjecture.
The apex predator super aggressor, I do it for leisure,
Who’s the contender? Throw me the next opponent,
I perplex opponents when my threats are focused, and detest opponents who attempt to test my focus,
Your chances are less than hopeless, with an intelligence quotient that drops even at this very moment.
My best components are deadly and potent, vector strains infect your brain - you go inanimate,
The Pro-protagonist, I’ll murder you and your co-inhabitants,
Your only advocate is your psychoanalyst, trying to stop the best? I’m not impressed, what you show’s inadequate.

My skillset is sharper. The spiritual father to millions of authors and literary scholars.
On a mission to conquer until your final will is dishonored.
What I’ve written is dogma, it transcends simple limitations of genre.
I’ll kill your supporters. The way I efficiently cut through your roster you’d think I was officially sponsored by big-industry loggers.
Simply, I’m smarter. My position is stronger than vehicular armor,
It marks a significant departure from these other submissions of fodder.
My word is vivid and implicitly chartered, it’s like a mixture of the Magna Carta and Scandinavian saga.
You sit there and ponder in conditions of squalor awaiting the final bliss of nirvana.
Witness the horror, I make you describe the event like a personal injury lawyer.
You’re the type of person to pass someone in the street and tip your Fedora.
Just don’t even bother. There is no chance for you to defeat me when focused.
I grow tired of all those recently quoted, would need to clone myself to find a decent opponent.
Your appearance was noted and then dismissed perfectly, you can’t tire of these recurring themes,
Each line constructed urgently with a fervent speed - the surplus exceeds 10 to the power of 303,
I’m disturbing the peace, you disperse from the scene,
Rhyme is mine - I own the majority, the deed and the purchase receipt.
In other terms, if you search for the beef I’ll serve you extra-sized portions,
Your style is best described often as the early onset of boredom,
You should exercise caution because I pressurize organs.
I only insult opponents with a sense of decorum, and set alight forums with impressive rhymes that exemplify ‘Awesome.’
Step aside you’re done, because my train of thought could turn your brains to naught,
Compared to me you’re like a grain of salt.
I remain appalled at your basic faults, and shouldn’t have to explain it all.
But let’s explain how I’ll break your skull with bare hands driving nails through your cranial wall.
I’ll fillet your corpse in ways that could confuse and impress a professional sushi chef,
I’m truly a threat. While your self-opinion suffers from the Dunning-Kruger effect.
You only present the illusion of depth like a parallax or parallel lines,
Each paragraph of battle rap has a patent design,
The most vigorous word deliverist with a handful of rhymes for any language and time.

I fit the nomenclature of a known crusader,
Associated with holding sabres, crossbows and rapiers,
Keep a hidden shank in my fitted cap like the Oakland Raiders (as shown by Neighbor).
You fold like paper when I pick apart your broken nature,
Criticizing every facet of your own behavior.
Your skill is like an ice cube - mine is like a frozen glacier so grand in stature it could span the whole equator.
Unloading chambers to change your skull into a smoking crater.
My style is basically excessive hyperbole designed perfectly,
My grammar is fine and I write with a dire Certainty, the rhymes in each line can fry thermally your mind circuitry.
I write with a wide diversity, Vulgar would describe it as a Persian caravan adventure from Samarkand to Mecca.
You’re just a basement dweller, your Grandma’s cellar is your hacienda.
My style is precise at catching errors like a tax assessor.
This is task force Kappa Delta - we’re reading active sensors in the Alpha sector, wait Zygote has escaped, activate all Satnav antennas.
I come in peace like an open handed gesture, and then thrash pretenders because frankly I'm better.
Unbeatable like an acapella, defeat opponents at my leisure and mute you like flash suppressor.
Raw enough to give you salmonella, attack defences in half a second to completely smash your center.
You’re a badly tempered transgendered sex offender clad in leather,
You make me sick – I’ll need an Alka-Seltzer just to stand your presence.
Put opponents under massive pressure like a trash compressor,
I grow tired with your bland conjecture, what you craft is boring,
What I craft is habit forming, it should come with flashing warnings.
Without resorting to a moderate effort I could have every novelist bettered with one dominant sentence.
I’m as consistent as dead man referencing coffees and breakfast and psychological pressures.
My cognitive ventures are incredibly handled, my pseudo-intellectual technical babble can leave VERITAS baffled.
Aggressively smack you, I create the kind of things you could not produce,
The rhyme technique makes CopyPat appear like Dr. Seuss. This is child’s play like halftime orange juice and soccer boots,
So give me my proper dues or I’ll give your chest a target, I know more rhymes than Pancakebrah knows different independent artists.
My skill set is the sharpest in every single department I kill the competition market.
Regardless of your pathetic attempts I press onwards with an aggressive intent,
Study my opponents with a sense of contempt, their efforts to beat me are ineffective at best.

My villainous melody. Starts with concealing identity. With mischievous therapy from infamous weaponry
Move an inch - and you’re hell bent.
You’ll get hit with so many leg kicks you’d think the crest of my family tree was related to millipedes
Read Leviticus sentence three, the antithesis section reads: ZYG extraterrestrial centipede with a predator ancestry
Even Certain could edit these with no sense of worth in my pedigree.
By reading my syllabus semblance, you could sense of resemblance of Hemingway meshed with Ovechkin.
You’re a nickles worth, a penny. Hey, If you even sensed to breach my synthetic seed
You’d be welcomed and greeted, seldom by an excess of mental themes where you die quickly yet dreadfully
It’d be like Professor X embedded a present scene, central dream where your watermelon gets plopped on the leather seats in a Continental stretch limousine like President Kennedy
I study at Harvard with an asynchronous
mantra. If you want to, I could levitate your bravada
One exhale from my lungs, and this UFO could start consuming your chakra.
I’m amusing. My musical genre is so confusingly soothing, a nudist would want to put on clothes while sifting on through it.
I could transform Italiana and go Jersey shore on you primadonnas
Commence to unnerve and break your vertebrae, with a fork in your column like I’m scooping noodles and pasta
Don’t even expect to perplex me with your princess pencil writtens
ZYGs an insect with a no sex quintessence.
I’m a known threat in question. Intercepting homing thread signal threats, once my only index finger lifts.
This just in, Unidentified Flying Object, has identified itself as a specialized rhyming project.
It’s moving it’s legs and arms aside. We can’t recognize or derive its logic
Roger! it’s been alive. Now spying prospect - Oh God, it just synthesized a virus confect!
You’re the type to overdramatize a sinus infection. I’m highly respected on Earth.
You could describe my dialect as widely observed.
Your style is best described as infant child crying at birth.
I’m the doctor just prying, and urging your mother to cut the umbilical cause suicide isn’t worth it.
Do or die. An animal. Warning, this prototypes appetites unhurling
Everything I analyze from you is absurd. if I vandalize with forewarning
It’ll absolutely be agonizingly disturbing. I could even have your pastor give a sermon as I eat you, it’ll be like sacrificing virgins.
Sing a lullaby, as I paralyze surgeons. I’m a tantalizing figure. With mammoth sized verbage
Offer sacrament wine. While I damage a satellites orbit. You’re a candle light, soft wick
I’m a roboman of rhyme rawness. Dynamic line thwarter, emphatic metafive monster.
Gigantic hydraulic. metastasize this Galvanic. Ironic.
It’s the romantic eye-popper. Valentines’ chocolate versus the organic samurai with atomic nuclei ions
I satisfy fanatics. On an organized crime ladder. Prioritize to vulcanize volcanic lye sulfur,
it’s the titanic dive surfer and I glamorize mechanicized war slaughter.
Canibus’s father author poor pauper. Insanity when worlds darken
Canonize a corpse crusher. Fantasize. My swords sharpen. Sanitize the warm water before dumping a swarm of old scholars
Organize a organ grinder to vocalize my psych ultra.
Deposit slides of white soda to a phosphorous slime your mind opens.
Explosive geyser. Like Vulgars type. Euthanize you vultures ripe.
I’m Boisterous. The color striped poltergeist with a thunder bolt consciousness.
ZYG’s occult commas drift. To an Oxford full conduit. Karmas lulled. Plotting twist to traumatize a cultures confidence.
I’ll pilot a plane crash, while I swallow your cadaver. Prominent brain splatter over your particle gray matter.

Cro-Magnon, you’re under-evolved, I’ll send a drone pattern to your stone cavern,
Turn your home planet into whole fragments.
You’ll get your bones flattened. Defeating me? It won’t happen like something that won’t happen.
It’s like a brick in the ocean trying to struggle to swim, or a fish on land running with fins like a couple of limbs.
You chance of coming up with a win doesn’t exist like something that doesn’t exist.
What I craft is frightening - my class of writing should be described as “Frankenstein-ing.”
I’ll snatch your life chi twice as fast as flashing lightning,
Beating me is unlikely like beating something that’s unlikely.
You don’t want to be within my vicinity when resuming hostilities,
The best known epitome of written prose with efficiency,
With the best skill hooked up to a treadmill in a lunar facility to track motor agility and neuronal activity.
You call me sick so consistently pathologists check for immunodeficiencies.
Your skill is limited to your hopeless ability - my skill is over infinity,
You beating me? It’s such a low probability that there’s no possibility.
Go ahead and mobilize civilians, I’ll override positions with a motorized division,
Polarize opinions - split opponents into two like mitosis, splicing, fission.
My whole design is brilliant. Under tight controlled conditions I’m known to fry your system.
My newest method is like fuel injected motorcycle pistons -
I keep things moving with a codified precision like a poltergeist had risen.
Challenging me is the same as booking a weekend holiday only to spend the whole two nights in prison -
You’ll have a horrible time. Each one of my dominant lines has an ergonomic design,
Formed from a logical mind with micro-processors inside, each one is automated to find the optimal rhyme.
You pray to god for a sign, you get the reply - don’t bother to try.
My cognitive field will make you drop and then kneel, begging me to stop as you yield.
You are just a cog in a wheel for a cog in a wheel. My style’s been supreme since people called cars automobiles.
Do not even appeal, this is my court,
Force majeure until you’re forced to withdraw.
You beating me? That’s a ridiculous thought, you’re a paper thin wall trying to halt an irresistible force.
My rhyme’s classified as consistently-raw, your rhyme’s classified as fictional-false.
I witness your simple response with a wistful remorse -
like “I should have challenged someone else,”
Hunt opponents like I’m hunting elk, use your tongue as a pelt in a studded belt.
You’re better than me? Go fuck yourself.
There’s no sense to debate.
My method is great, I’m the best in this place and keep emphasizing the point like a decimal place.
Beat your effeminate face until you’re a specialist’s case.
Breaking you down into a chemical state.
Supercomputers don’t possess enough processing space to even contemplate the effort it takes for you to begin testing my pace.
Step up to the plate. I’m a murderous verbalist, the verbiage large.
I’ll knock you so far out of the park that you land on the surface of Mars.
I touch opponents and they fold up like convertible cars. You touch opponents and they thank you for the perfect massage.
It’s the return of the Czar. My style is refined like observing some art and describing the thing as ‘post-conservative noir.’
You’re a Saint Bernard and a carp – I’m a Cerberus dog and a circling shark.
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