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Magis Moonshine, the lead lyricist of ChosenMyAsthma and Hip Hoppera genre architect. I'm a 200-year-old backwoods Indiana moonshine mash cook, my MIT doctorate: theoretical and particle physics. An intellectual wrapping theses around a beat. Undead zombie beast, reanimated by alcohol-infused alchemy 100 years ago, originally died 1825. Working on my devious phonetic intensity, got the mentals and the flow, mic/breath control to spit undead verbose heat. A derelict grotesque curiosity embodied zombie with a werebear disease, pure oddity moonshine cook killed by his own distillery like an idiot. Now the 200-proof soaked morsels I reside in are morose, deranged, a tincey bit insane, with an Eville grin. Horrorcore madman blessed with vincular precision. My studio is called the Crypt. I record my wicked rotting, cremation-incinerator-level volcanic molten lava incendiary heat, dripping with grandiose intent. I play 7 instruments; my mouth harp is my favorite Beast to bend true artistry. I guess the weirdest thing about me is within the choir chorus of maggots chillin under my skin a couple of them are my best friends.