Diss The Emcee Above You

[theMuzzl3]

Any time you spit a chime, its like a crime.
Not on my dime, you're not.
Robotic nonsense present in optical illusions…
your sense makes no sense = you called delusional.
Optimal resolution is past tense;
for you have spent your repentance simultaneously…
while brave souls are bombed in tents.
Claims upon your soul are intensely not sought upon.
Corruption lingers around every corner that you are drawn to.
Superficiality ignites your reason to claw to
an existence in which you once swore to abide by.
Let the words fly, and do a crime by writing:
what you thought… which is obviously subsiding.