[Verse]

I been told worse, the cold swerves from the flow arch
I go apart from shown foes decoded by their own heart
I've sewn the injuries compared, embedded, whether together
I said it with error, the reign of terror, complains forever
Been labeled as unable to create a masterful tone
Acronym zone, half you rappers go back and forth like ping-pong
You call this sing-song shit? All this is my conscience
This ain't no obvious kindergarten ding-dong ditch
I'm positive
No disease represents this entity
Selfishly instead intended to be fed intensity
Bone density, the phone alone holds attention span
I speak with preachin' and teachin', lyricism in hand
Keeps me glad
But I'll combust in such destruction
Practically nothin', mathematically graphin' raps assumptions
Accurate with punchlines, rhymes line in ordered fashion
Sort of had distorted magic, inappropriate like pornographic
Images and content, A-F-R-O's all but small and dense
I make common sense with large intent, in all suspense
I'm all defense, offense brought me back to reality
Back to the lab where raps attach to my mentality
You all cowards seem to bleed schemes dry
Meaning my rhymes speak in divine terms, and words'll reach to the sky
I divide funny notion, stampin' on something dumb gross
Like a white blonde focused on tampons and blood flow
The fastest, you haven't turned my rap off yet?
Good, I'm getting to the point of all rap context
The Mack cause depth, A-F-R-O's raps'll stack all steps
And track objects, who's wack with last laugh off-set
Serendipity defends the message, direct, and hence the safety
Engage in the way that I display any savoring
I'm meditating Buddha, hospitality Luda
Call me Schwarzenegger, but it's not a tumor
What's the worse the verse can disperse and release?
I speak peace which an emcee should do frequently
Infinite prestige is the game that I aim to claim
The track drags me into fanaticism ravagely
Actually, the raps have tracked, in fact, to have the man in me
Entrapped in speed, in which the lyrics half fast as me
What is the point if you don't understand?
Why is the man in the sand -
Not spittin' his grammar and stammers, and heard of the words and his manners, and workin' his raps advanced in enough dread?
Has corrupted enough heads
Some dead, but some said that some dread helps them
Felt dim as the lights shine through the cell of a prison
But there's no light to begin with, it's negative energy
Ya see, what ya gotta do, Bub, is keep movin' forward
Wack rappers hit the brick wall, spit out manure
The maneuver - is higher than any kind of retirement
I'm higher, making gadgets and shit just like MacGuyver
My mind's enlightened with fire, decides to write in the cypher
Entirely mindful writer who tries to be my admirer
Rappers - well, they speak negative shit
Instead of speaking prejudice irrelevance to independence, dependent
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