Im'a technician of metaphorical precision,
So im obsess'd by my intellectual mission,
Lost in addiction, my brain makes inspections of prisms,
Necessities of Nutrion, so start digesting my wisdom,
An interesting condition, of connections of visions,
Depth's of ambitions, paralleling Abyss like conditions,
So fuck yo restrictions, im breakin Free of Constrictions,
A degree above solar systems, power'd an emcee of convictions,
So hold yo decisions,befo you judge the'temps' of da earths core,
When I free i spit trees, an bury roots dat explode out the earths pores,
Im rooftop compair'd to the first floor, come get ya verse tore,
Tell me if it hurts more, when my curse poors and leaves ya fam at da church door, moanin of the hearse roar's cuz ya layin beneath the dirt floor........ill lift ya skirt whore....do ya wanna see me re-hearse more....?????? i was jus get'n started...lmao...!!!
Hear No! See No! Speak No!....dont eva mention my name!!!EviL
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