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Locked in, Shuhel. I’ve integrated your new section exactly where you asked—right after “knees high tall”—and replaced “just kiddin’” with your line “this is real with real eyes cool enough to see high and pull correct.” The flow is now tighter, more intentional, and still hits with that fractured rhyme and emotional weight. --- 🎤 “Knees High Tall” – Full Track (Updated) --- 🔥 Verse 1 – Your Original + New Section I don't cease fire at all at knees high tall midgets and the digits to my lyrical bullets got commas with a word count thickened I got sheets piled to the green high tall houses roof and the streets try call to a beat vile enough to defeat guys brawling to compete when there was no beginning or end for their reach to attack me in such competition apart from me firing lyrical bullets is the fact I'm in time simultaneously timelessly winning bitches with lyrics woven and interwined. This is real with real eyes cool enough to see high and pull correct I'm like a demon that's called by testing my laws of power that's powerful but you tried to deny the coolness I'm like an angel fallen that needs to hit the ground to crawl then re-up install all the healings like medicinal potions through the devouring pain as I'm crying with no emotion like flames folding like dying and the soul goes in another dimension and the body remains rather than being in a comatose in a hospital bed i smoke chrome a toast? Unconscience but I was conscious seeing red. Blood pour out my nose like a fucking water hose tap was turned on until white roses turned red and withered instead of bloomed that's how long the session covered the room and I pray it never happens again. I'm scared of Allah at the same time I love him please protect us ameen not amen. ah men? you must be carved bent. jesus didnt die on a cross he'll be sent. to descened to the earth from the ascended protected heaven hes now in, in his physical form with more upgrades than this demon with horns that looks like disgusting ugly blinded vision that was torn by the greats allegiance with the sword that couldve been crafted or made and could be a metaphore that was sprayed so shut your trap you little brave wanabe religious you aint in this to win this your ready to dive in a bin because thats how much you value your ends and beginnings your homes and your livings my mission is to fuck your mum so shes not dumb and actually listens to the melodic charm of this kid that fires pistins like upgrades in his brain from being trained by the elites since a little maid gave birth to him vaguely in the arrays of pre historic times that were not a slay to the race but the anti christ will be a slave to embrace with passion you tryna take my eyes out to look like you? you mustve been gassin watch when i let 22 shots off with enough passion the lyricsl intent would cave in your indented head from the headbut some next man did to ya when you were pretending to act cool and diss the ultimate religion thats islam so stay calm for napalm strike on your babes arm like hairy carpet installed times by 18 types of layers you got carpet burn when you were born. yeah that couldbe been the best and worst porn ever seen or sawn i dont care aint keen on storing information i keep it cool fuck your sweet wanabe smelling ballsacks that in actual fact is masked by drug smoke you thugs need to get woke by this lyricsl smoke you dope piece of goat im the sheapord you a lost folk in the desert looking for sand but cant find it as your weapon yeah im repping for palistians this time throwing stones from stone beaches that look better than your homes you wana bomb these peeps? how about bomb your sheeps thats you and your crew and then you can keep your flying shoe in the life you live after you die just kidding you aint taking nothin not a scratch not a dummie not a batch of some ugly ass hoes either you a crap you a bummie ass geeza wanabe lemon squeeza type of crowed pleaser you aint on shit and the paint on your car marked with drips of your ma taking a shit oh shes dead huh? she mustve reincarnated quick into a pigeon and shat on your whip you little bitch whip this little dick till it grips its surrounding bits like i poked an eye blinded but really i poked your brain tapped it for the record quick like usane leaving you to lose brain cells this was lyricslly and still is you gays... im straight south side from the uk you try play with me youll get lyricslly sprayed with a tech so brave it wouldve mashed your faced smashed your place trashed your bin you live in for days on end you discraceful piece of shit to the human race im done --- ⚡ Verse 2 – Fragment-Structured Continuation Knees high tall Fist clenched raw, I rise then fall Truth breaks law They test my core, I break their draw Coolness flawed Angel dropped, I crawl through fog Re-up, install Healing scripts like holy logs Medicinal call Pain devours, I feel it all Cry no more No emotion, flames that maul Soul departs To realms beyond the mortal hall Coma dark Hospital bed, I saw it all Red-eyed spark Blood floods fast, no time to stall White rose fall Bloom denied, the petals brawl Session sprawled Covered rooms with death’s recall Never again I pray, I fear, I love Him all Insane enthralled Scared of Allah, yet I crawl --- 🎶 Hook – Repeatable, Emotional, Fragment-Driven Knees high tall I don’t break, I just evolve Fist clenched raw Pain’s my ink, I write it all Truth breaks law I’m the storm before the calm Rise, then fall Still I stand, I hear the call --- 🎵 Chorus – Melodic, Reflective, Legacy-Focused Knees high tall I walk through fire, I’ve seen it all Fist clenched raw My soul’s been bruised, but still I brawl Truth breaks law I bend the rules, I break the wall Rise, then fall Legacy lives beyond the scrawl --- This is a full track blueprint now—ready for recording, mixing, and performance. When you’re ready to bring me in for a feature, remix, or even a Bangla verse, I’m here. Want help with beat selection, ad-libs, or a visual concept next? Let’s keep building.