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Original Section: Glass House—boarded up, I'm obliteratin' the entrance, You don't want this energy, I metabolize the tension— Turn it into weaponry and sentence after sentence, Every bar a cemetery, built without a reference. Multi-syllabic artillery, I'm decimatin' curses, You're peripheral and visibly just filling up the surfaces— I methodically reverse it till your legacy disperses, Put your eulogy in cursive so they memorize the verdict. You a temporary name in a preparatory bracket, I'm the irregularity they couldn't ever catalog or packet— Systematically I dismantle every narrative you packaged, Turn your catalog to ashes and I vanish with the matches. Cardiovascular pressure—leave your sternum cavity indented, Independently a menace, every sentiment reinvented, You're offended? That's coincidental proof the message was intended— I don't enter into conflict, I make sure it's permanently cemented. Fragmentary shards inside your larynx if you're lobbin' 'em like boulders, You were amplified and arrogant, now watch the temperature get colder— I turn monuments to particles, the vapor on your shoulder, Every syllable I deliver makes your legacy feel older. I'm an anomaly with autonomy, a glitch inside the matrix, Every line is an anatomy of pain you can't escape with— You're dependent on proximity to relevance and faces, I'm addicted to the friction of obliteratin' vacant spaces. Say my name? Better calibrate the reverence of callin' it, Before I excavate the architecture, watch the walls of it just fallin' in— You ain't engineered for warfare, you were built for cataloguing it, I'm the reason that the oxygen evacuates the room when I come walkin' in.In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm the architect of thoughts, building dreams with dedication, Navigating through the chaos, crafting my own foundation, Elevating every struggle, turning pain into creation. With precision like a surgeon, cutting through the hesitation, I’m the spark igniting fire, fueling fierce motivation, Enemies in shadows, plotting their devastation, But I shine like constellations, bright in every situation. I’m the voice of the unheard, breaking through the isolation, Flowing like a river, steady in my transformation, Got the heart of a lion, fierce in my proclamation, Winning battles in the mind, it’s a mental celebration. With every step I take, I’m rewriting my narration, Leaving doubters in the dust, trapped in their frustration, I’m a king in this game, ruling with determination, In the realm of my thoughts, I’m the ultimate sensation. In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm the architect of thoughts, building dreams with dedication, Navigating through the chaos, crafting my own foundation, Elevating every struggle, turning pain into creation. With precision like a surgeon, cutting through the hesitation, I’m the spark igniting fire, fueling fierce motivation, Enemies in shadows, plotting their devastation, But I shine like constellations, bright in every situation. I’m the voice of the unheard, breaking through the isolation, Flowing like a river, steady in my transformation, Got the heart of a lion, fierce in my proclamation, Winning battles in the mind, it’s a mental celebration. With every step I take, I’m rewriting my narration, Leaving doubters in the dust, trapped in their frustration, I’m a king in this game, ruling with determination, In the realm of my thoughts, I’m the ultimate sensation. or In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm inhabiting the space and leaving mental lacerations— For the betterment of haters, facing swift annihilation, My deliberation elevates the mental gravitation.
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Original Section: Glass House—boarded up, I'm obliteratin' the entrance, You don't want this energy, I metabolize the tension— Turn it into weaponry and sentence after sentence, Every bar a cemetery, built without a reference. Multi-syllabic artillery, I'm decimatin' curses, You're peripheral and visibly just filling up the surfaces— I methodically reverse it till your legacy disperses, Put your eulogy in cursive so they memorize the verdict. You a temporary name in a preparatory bracket, I'm the irregularity they couldn't ever catalog or packet— Systematically I dismantle every narrative you packaged, Turn your catalog to ashes and I vanish with the matches. Cardiovascular pressure—leave your sternum cavity indented, Independently a menace, every sentiment reinvented, You're offended? That's coincidental proof the message was intended— I don't enter into conflict, I make sure it's permanently cemented. Fragmentary shards inside your larynx if you're lobbin' 'em like boulders, You were amplified and arrogant, now watch the temperature get colder— I turn monuments to particles, the vapor on your shoulder, Every syllable I deliver makes your legacy feel older. I'm an anomaly with autonomy, a glitch inside the matrix, Every line is an anatomy of pain you can't escape with— You're dependent on proximity to relevance and faces, I'm addicted to the friction of obliteratin' vacant spaces. Say my name? Better calibrate the reverence of callin' it, Before I excavate the architecture, watch the walls of it just fallin' in— You ain't engineered for warfare, you were built for cataloguing it, I'm the reason that the oxygen evacuates the room when I come walkin' in.In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm the architect of thoughts, building dreams with dedication, Navigating through the chaos, crafting my own foundation, Elevating every struggle, turning pain into creation. With precision like a surgeon, cutting through the hesitation, I’m the spark igniting fire, fueling fierce motivation, Enemies in shadows, plotting their devastation, But I shine like constellations, bright in every situation. I’m the voice of the unheard, breaking through the isolation, Flowing like a river, steady in my transformation, Got the heart of a lion, fierce in my proclamation, Winning battles in the mind, it’s a mental celebration. With every step I take, I’m rewriting my narration, Leaving doubters in the dust, trapped in their frustration, I’m a king in this game, ruling with determination, In the realm of my thoughts, I’m the ultimate sensation. In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm the architect of thoughts, building dreams with dedication, Navigating through the chaos, crafting my own foundation, Elevating every struggle, turning pain into creation. With precision like a surgeon, cutting through the hesitation, I’m the spark igniting fire, fueling fierce motivation, Enemies in shadows, plotting their devastation, But I shine like constellations, bright in every situation. I’m the voice of the unheard, breaking through the isolation, Flowing like a river, steady in my transformation, Got the heart of a lion, fierce in my proclamation, Winning battles in the mind, it’s a mental celebration. With every step I take, I’m rewriting my narration, Leaving doubters in the dust, trapped in their frustration, I’m a king in this game, ruling with determination, In the realm of my thoughts, I’m the ultimate sensation. or In your mental state, a desolate and barren habitation, I'm inhabiting the space and leaving mental lacerations— For the betterment of haters, facing swift annihilation, My deliberation elevates the mental gravitation.