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I'm a one man squad, shootin' up the opposition like I was made for the army.
A Prodigy sent to unleash Havoc upon this world, like the creators of Mobb Deep.
I'm here to establish my straight style; so you know I'm damagin' ya faggot hype.
So when I broadcast power, you get mixed signals. It's like an antenna to a satellite.

I'm an angel with the intent to bring Hell. So you know that I'll clash with martyrs.
You're a dickrider; made a career off handlin' a stick...like your name was Travis Barker.
I make the rubric look easy....and to think, you thought your movements could see me.
Rumored a beast, please. Your progress is gettin' stone-walled like Medusah graffiti.

Makin' him stop. Bitches claim they're a god...but they're imitations, the frauds.
No identifyin' bodies....your release will be Untitled...like the inspiration for Nas.
With so many scriptures I mimic the Bible, like alien viruses, just sick on arrival.
Settin' records, rippin' the vinyl. Pierce through a defense, without relivin' the Finals.

All got secrets. The way we walk with skeletons, it's like we rose with the dead corpses.
But if your past is an abomination; then it's only fair I let you know that I'm Ed Norton.
Your gimmick is your sole fame. While with the amber embers, I glisten in my flows flame.
Penmanship has souls slain. So for you, it's back to Square One. Without listenin' to Coldplay.

No challenge...these spars are breezy; cause I got a flow so rugged only carpets see me.
You queers ain't wizards with the pen; only faggot that EVER came with Magic was John Amechi.
All vets make me bored. So like graduation slaughters; I'lll take the sword & replace your cords.
Once I gained my identity, I showed supremacy, deliverin' an ultimatum. Call me Jason Bourne.

I produce words that'll touch the souls. Bitches? I bring death to the kernel like Custard's foes.
So if you reign over this kingdom? I'm back to take down the Emperor; similar to Russell Crowe.
My class isn't known in a rubric. I teach only the elite; my path is bestowed to my students.
I speak ill to youth. Word this 'sick'll become the voice of millions' like flags for the Soviet Union.

dominance is no myth; why discuss the greatness? Mind out of this world, kind of puns a Matrix.
You lie with such a vagueness; no wonder you're 'blanketed in Mirage' like higher ups in Vegas.
Even though I'm atop the charts; I'm still too ill for my rank. Save your bets, keep a bill in the bank.
War-machine killing a tank. & so brilliant that I'd make the Da Vinci Code look like a fill in the blank.

In Heinzsight, you're always tryin' to ketchup. mustard all you can but can't spit with the same relish.
You're not hot, dawg. While I'm 'such a National Treasure' it would make Nicholas Cage jealous.
While your fire is extinguished, my flare is scorchin'. Even makin' headlines, like fair reportin'.
Enter my lair with more wins. I'm enemies with Jekyll, but I've befriended Hyde like Eric Foreman.

I spit a substantial flow. I'm the son of a true god like Thor. It's ironic I hit with a hammer blow.
This prose takes your breath away, leavin' the 'role of conair doubt' like critics of Cameron Poe.
I've got a focus on my brainwaves; so I'm feelin' my whole mind. You'll reel from my soul's shine.
Judgin' by my record; you can see I have a 'pass shun, for the win' like the Steelers at goal-line.