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Revolution core kid

Filling more holes than a shinigami sword did

No it's not nerdcore

Just me rapping

Even if the lines have the weeaboos clapping

I can make it happen

Any time or place

Just draw the red line when you think it's time to race

I am geek, plus black, plus heavy with the weapons

Outsmart Kyurei?

Man, I don't really reckon

Spend a second before beckoning

The courage to be threatening

A legend in his element

You're meddling with elegance

Start

Replay the game from the boss fight

Attitude matching altitudes of a lost kite

Raps art deco, never mark ecko

Life span like the tail end of a gecko

Hero in the burbs, villain in the ghetto

Doesn't phase me, I've been N!NE from the get go

So please just let go

Of my eggo

You sket hoe

Got a ton of fuckin' issues with the current day

I've got no interest in doing it the current way

I came from lands afar to build and protect

And now I struggle keeping tidy in the building I rent

I heal what I wreck

And summon zen to chill when I'm pressed

I'm still in the test

While everybody's failed it and left

But when I'm done I'll be rewarded with a j for the stress

And a whole lot of anime with spaceships and mechs

Was raised to respect a woman never treat her like an object

Funny how I haven't fell in love yet

Subject change

Mage with a ninja blade I'll spin ya faves, I'm radical I bring the blaze

I'm too strong to scare

NineOuh make you say it like a nom de guerre

Nowadays people talking like it's wrong to care

Well you shouldn't bust a missile less it's bombs to spare

Oh you heard about the album, well I'm glad you're impressed

I've been busy leaping bounds like there's an S on my chest

Been a struggle not to drop a killer verse for the check

But I'm too stubborn dumb & proud to make the best of this mess

Go to school and get a job when you're done

And if you don't? You're fuckin' out, this ain't no prodigal son

There's too many other dreamers out to win what you want

So better flaunt what makes you different lest you be flipping buns

Well artistically

I can't miss a beat

I been a dynamo at rapping since the little leagues

So when you list the feats

You better pick the beast

Cuz I'll be here destroying tracks until they sick of me

'Bout as over it as Chadwick is

I'll take a knife to my persona, fuck a bandage bitch

How the hell am I supposed to even brand this shit?

A geeky rebel with a knack for Asian languages?

A rapping middle weight who's out to liberate the proletariat until they have a comfy dinner plate? Nah

Fuck that I want the pie to myself

I don't need a bleeding heart to stretch a hand out for help

I'm a silver spoon, trust fund, spoiled brat, gov's son

Punching at the air without a pair of fighting gloves on

Never been the type to prove that I'm the hardest

But everything I write's a shooter aiming at a target

That mean I'm accurate with it

Too clean too immaculate with it

This that broke driving home in ya Acura riddim

Yea I'm a rapper. Who isn't?