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check the mic, one two, this ain't no rehearsal I'm servin' verses, leavin' MCs in a hearse, it's infernal My verbal assault, a lyrical holocaust, burnin' slow While you're preppin' your rhymes, I'm already for success, ain't nowhere I can hide Sharpened my claws, honed my craft, now I'm ready to clash Crushin' the opposition, turnin' your dreams to ash. This ain't a game, this is survival, a constant fight Spittin' venomous rhymes all through the day and the night Don't test my patience, son, you'll regret the day we met Ten toes down I stand, makin' my mark on this land, you ain't seen nothin' yet check the mic, one two, this ain't no fluke crew Coming through, breaking rules, what you gonna do? Dressed real clean, like a million bucks, gleaming bright, But tonight's the night, we get ruff and tear the club up right! Forget polite, ignite the hype, feel the bass drum thumpin', Heartbeat pumping, champagne popping, ain't no time for slumpin'. Got the whole damn floor jumpin', lyrics sharp as acupuncture, Disrupting the rapture of the squares, with lyrical infrastructure. We fracture the wackness, attacking with lyrical acrobatics, Mathematical patterns, shattering static, like sonic automatics. This ain't no tragic, fabricated plastic pop illusion, This is raw fusion, pure intrusion, causing wild concussions. So loosen up your tension, this ain't no dress rehearsal, We're universal, controversial, and totally irreversible. Forget the commercial, this is the moment, the pinnacle, Let the rhythm envelop you, make your spine feel fule

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