Oath to Oath keepers

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#rap @rapfame_ official I contemplate constellations while you calculating likes Vacating your mindstate, I’m taking it to greater heights Patience in the patent, I waited, now the paper’s right Ancient with the language, I’m shaping it with sacred lights Matrix of the mind frame, I break codes in plain sight Ain’t basic with the wordplay, I’m painting with a strange type Of canvas, understand this, I’m scanning through the mainframe Damaging the average, my damage is a chain brain Link concepts, think complex, then shrink concepts to plain speech Maintain peace while I rain speech, drain leeches with plain grief Explain these to your main chiefs, I came to leave stains, chief On pages, age like wine, while you aging like cheap beef Change the climate with a rhyme scheme, I’m insane with the timing Brain beaming, laser-sharp, I’m framing what I’m finding Training in the silence, science of the silent giants Defiant with the diction, I’m writing through the quiet violence Of doubt, I route it out, without a shout I’m clouted out My output? Doubtless. Countless hours scouted, now I’m housed in higher thought, the crowds in awe, I’m out of bounds Of genres, let it out, the pen’s a sword, I’m counting pounds Of pressure, yet the measure of my treasure’s in the lesson Invested in the essence, I’m testing your perception Direction of the message, I’m blessing with the weapon Of wisdom, listen: system glitching from the questions I’m asking, answers masking in the vastness of the asking Tasked with unmasking plastic prophets, that’s my passion Fashion metaphors from atoms, that’s the atom smashing Happens when I’m tapping into math and then I’m dashing Through patterns, Saturn’s rings got less layers than my patterns Matter of fact, I’m fracturing the fractions Into actions, captions can’t contain these abstract capsules Of thought, I’m caught in rapture, after that, what? I map the abstract, adapt the math, attack the craft and Act exact, impact the facts, and that’s that Stacking knowledge, not just syllables, I manage To balance bangers with the balance of a planet Candid with the grammar, I’m handing you the damage From a canon, man, abandon all your average Standards, I’m demanding that you understand it Ran with giants, now my shadow overstands it Grammar’s planet, I’m the astronaut that landed Handed back the data, now your data’s stranded On an island, while I’m styling, smiling, planning To expand it, ran it back, and then I ran it Back again, my pen’s a tandem with the canon Of the greats, but I ain’t naming names, I’m naming Pain and aiming straight at frames that aim to claim it Game’s inflated, I deflate it when I state it Plated gold but hollow, I’m the one that break it Open, spoken tokens of the hope and Scopes of broken folks invoking open quotes and Holding notes and hoping folks can cope and Note the quote: the antidote to dope is dope Lyricism, listen, I’m the prism splitting light into Visions vivid, given to the kids who never knew you Could do this with a diction, flip it like a ribbon Into wisdom, prison for the system, I’m the warden Giving pardons to the parts of you they hardened Into targets, market harmed it, but I bargain With the chaos, harness karma, no more pardon For the frauds, applause, I’m done, the floor is Yours if you can match it, but the odds are Stark and honest, art is modest, but my Bars are monstrous, pardon, that’s the chorus

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