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I soak 'em in the alkali, watch the ego dissolve, A viscous liquid state is how your problems get solved. I extrude the fake through the slit, right into the bath, The acid hits the track—now there’s no turning back the path. I regenerate the real, while you’re stripped of your impurities, Leaving nothing but the film, no financial securities. Wash you clean in the bleach, add glycerol for the flex, Now you’re transparent and brittle—who’s the cellulose next You’re transparent as cellophane, I see the plant in your design, While I’m wrapping up the game, you’re just clinging to the line. Try to tear my vision down? You lack the fiber for the scrap, I’m the natural selection—you’re just plastic in a wrap. Every step that I take, I can feel the tension rise, While they’re stuck in the past, I’m reaching for the skies, Words sharp like a knife, cutting through the lies, They can’t handle the truth, so they wear their disguise. I’m climbing to the top, and they’re stuck on the ground, I’m the king of this game, they just hear my sound, Fuel my fire with their doubts and their fears, But I’ll rise from the ashes, wipe away the tears. Jealousy’s a chain, but I’m breaking the link, While they drown in their hate, I’m just pouring my ink, I’m a beast on this track, can’t cage or confine, My potential is high, and I’m ready to fly I’m the lumberjack in the booth, I’ve come to fell your whole crew, From the pulp of your ego, I’ll press something brand new. You’re barking up the wrong trunk, just stunting for the leaf, But when I log your stats, you’re just shavings underneath
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I soak 'em in the alkali, watch the ego dissolve, A viscous liquid state is how your problems get solved. I extrude the fake through the slit, right into the bath, The acid hits the track—now there’s no turning back the path. I regenerate the real, while you’re stripped of your impurities, Leaving nothing but the film, no financial securities. Wash you clean in the bleach, add glycerol for the flex, Now you’re transparent and brittle—who’s the cellulose next You’re transparent as cellophane, I see the plant in your design, While I’m wrapping up the game, you’re just clinging to the line. Try to tear my vision down? You lack the fiber for the scrap, I’m the natural selection—you’re just plastic in a wrap. Every step that I take, I can feel the tension rise, While they’re stuck in the past, I’m reaching for the skies, Words sharp like a knife, cutting through the lies, They can’t handle the truth, so they wear their disguise. I’m climbing to the top, and they’re stuck on the ground, I’m the king of this game, they just hear my sound, Fuel my fire with their doubts and their fears, But I’ll rise from the ashes, wipe away the tears. Jealousy’s a chain, but I’m breaking the link, While they drown in their hate, I’m just pouring my ink, I’m a beast on this track, can’t cage or confine, My potential is high, and I’m ready to fly I’m the lumberjack in the booth, I’ve come to fell your whole crew, From the pulp of your ego, I’ll press something brand new. You’re barking up the wrong trunk, just stunting for the leaf, But when I log your stats, you’re just shavings underneath
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