The Bar is Set

#barisset #Tooth&AA #truerecords #deadhermits last night I had a dream and nobody was in it it was the beginning of the world's apocalyptic ending I looked around through the darkness and saw only one spark of light and under the light was a king on the throne and he was holding a mic with a sign to his right that read "the kings a dog who don't bite". he won't try. battle him and he won't fight so I slowly approach closer. the king spoke and said bow in my presence, my response, no sir. in battle position I exclaim that I'm here to take the crown, take the throne, take the king down, and make this my home he shakily rose and attempted to throw a barrage of lyrical attacks I could tell his aim was for a critical blast I duck and parried effortlessly as his movements were lumbering I saw my opening and I took it, quick hook to the mandible now he's studdering it's understandable he was sputtering, shuddering until there wasn't a word he was uttering. most battlers they are deceased trees and they freeze in the breeze. the breeze is the words I breath and the trees are weak emcees. they are born deceased amd see defeat by the 3s by a double edge, a serrated tooth and kgreez they say take it easy but this path isn't taken easy the wait is over we're taking over and shaking boulders the pain will be speedy And so is what comes next. It aint slow when the outcome is death. Put them to bed, lights out Malcolm X mate their check make their bed then break their neck they're forced to pay homage bc I take respect opaque effect, blocking out the light so hope is diminished it's about now my foes hoping I finished but I don't have many, but a lot of ppl are sincerely jealous. cuz they can't do what I do, right with a pen, I'm magelon. I'm a flowing alchemist you know it's about to get wet in this room, they doomed when I'm about this spit a divinely outfitted storm that looms make room, make space like nasa cracking the whip in your face like massa I'm the alpha, dog, using all the oxygen like asthma. erupting magma, mount Shasta being trusted at ya I'm not a mattress. wake up. don't be sleeping on me. back up the stakes just.. grew to a height t-rex arms could never reach no tyrant or king could ever quite endeavor to be as exciting as me I hit peaks and vallies but my vallies are lightyears over your head and I can't even speak about my peaks cuz they tweeked and engineered for dread for years I've pioneered and slaved to cook up hottness, spit spotless, and split knots with this sick flawless, forget cautious I get the rawest, September to August remember to record this again I made history and the world just can't ignore it. I made a promise to produce the largest noose I could harness and hang all weak rappers who can't get up to where my bar is