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[Lyriscologist]

yo,
where these kats at to Match my Last Moves,
Smash the Wack Crews..
Hand me Daps Too or go Back to Rap School..
i aint Grabbing my Pants to Flash some Dance Moves,
..with hands on my nuts like a Pack of Cashews..
my Ink is an Art like I'm Branding Tattoos,
I'll Rip you Apart going Track for Track Dude!
if you dont Have the Haps? well, ..you Can Advance Too,
just Have a Plan..
Master That and Pass the Bad News,
That's a Fact..!
..the Bads we Have Entraps our Past in Back Rooms,
but the Tracks we Have Exactly Mapped a Path Through..
(..And we Have Proof!)
my Aftermath'll make the Planet Crack in Half Too!
while I'm Packing up some Hash then Blasting Past the Half Moon,
That's True!
you'd never Beat the Bone, See me Fold or Speak a Flow Wack,
I'mma Beast who Grows to Peaks Unknown, I've Reached the Snow Caps..
got the Deepest Poems, Reaping Souls.. you People Know That..!
start Receiving Blows, then Retreat and Hope to Keep a Close Stance,
No Chance!
to Compete with Bone.. Believe in Hope and See your Own Path,
but Keep it Dope.. I'm Defeating Hoes with Free's or Note Pads,
Completely Though.. you'd Need to Clone Emcees with Pro Stats
cuz I'm not an Easy Foe.. Speech Explodes to Eat your Whole Camp!
just Know THAT!
y'all Rhyming Poor!
while I was Born Rapping,
either Try to Form your Mind some More or Find the Door Slamming!
I'll, Slide a Sword Inside your Corpse til I get Bored At It...
you'll, Find the Floor when I get Your, Spinal cord Crackin'!
(Bitch!)
..I am Lord..!
Disguised a Normal Guy Reborn Frantic,
to Guide this Sport!
so Write and Score your Final Four Brackets!
..I've Explored the Lines you Force..
no Time for Your Antics..!
cuz I can ..
Lighten Your Status with the Slightest War Tactics!
eezee