Dealing in Lyrics

[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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