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I’m in a minute with a venom when I enter, better center your energy Anybody wanna get it, I’ma hit ‘em with the remedy—pen'll be Cutting like a surgical version of urgency, certainly Turning every verse to a furnace, burn ‘em to third degree I don’t really play with the cadence, I bend it and break it and make it evolve You gotta be patient, I’m pacing the placement of statements that sharpen the blade of the saw Carving a lane in the wall, y’all talking but saying it small I’m raising the bar with a star in the dark, you grazing the spark, I became it, that’s all Wait—lemme switch with the quickness Syllables stacking, I’m building a business of wicked linguistics You witnessing fitness with limitless pivots, I’m ripping the rhythm to ribbons I live in the digits, the vision is vivid, no gimmick, I’m giving you sickness Never been regular, better than ever, I level the metal, the pressure is settling in You feeling the tremor, the tempo dismember your mental, I enter and sever the pen I’m ahead of the trend, never pretend, I’m bending the ends of the sentences Menacing emphasis, evidence evident, elegant etiquette dead in the sediment Look— I don’t need a cosign, I wrote mine in cold lines with no shine So divine when I go rhyme, it’s a gold mine in no time Prototypes get no try, I’m a whole climb to your skyline You a low tide, I’m a high rise when the flow fly, it’s a landslide I been in the lab with a pad and a plan to attack every track I adapt to the craft And I mastered the math of a maniac’s path, never lack, I’ma snap like elastic and glass When I dash, it’s a flash, never crash, I’ma gas every chance that I have to advance Never ask for a pass, I just blast through the mass, let ‘em stand in the ash of the aftermath Breathe? Nah. Keep it rolling— Focused, I’m potent, the flow is corrosive, explosive, I load it with doses of motive Devoted to coding a poem with components of hope and a moment of “don’t ever fold it” I’m holding the throne with a tone that is cold as the ocean, imposing, I know it So if you want war, better warn ‘em I swarm in a storm with a form that is foreign Reborn in the morn with a horn like a warning You normal, I’m morphing—transforming performance Rapid fire—still precise with the aim Every line intertwines like a spine full of pain But refined, I design every rhyme with a brain You decline, I incline, I’m defining the game

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