and you respond you're winning you think it's funny

But look up from the board now.

Prevention of ascension.

Lyrically hesitant to mention.

The wackest lines that you regret.

Written visions and mental missions.

Got a nigga waiting.

Decisions, decisions, hip-hop religion risen.

50-50-fifth and shines spittin'.

Begin it like men breathing for a third win.

The unburdened, flaming niggas that burn men.

Reaffirming the churning cauldron that hauls men and women to hip-hop fields of killing.

Scapa-like voice heavy enough to smash brick building.

came back from the dead tonight i'm blaze electromagnetic phonetic my grip is like pathogens my cells multiplying your cycle of circadian rhythms molester zip code number two pencil execution

claustrophobic nomad lungs sucking up nitrogen.

Perpendicular era of conspiracy and the unknown.

I'm sharp in my erection, I'll pull at the pubic bone.

Warlord, invulnerable to the bodily state of Alam, the death of Napalm, the city of Amirat, infamous sun god.

I drive like the speed of shadows, lighter than medieval battles, and adversaries of opposing entities get roped on the gallows.

A flow of energy from radioactive waves, a slave warrior rage, driving off poison, endocrine, and lyrical gamma waves.

Sentenced by the judges in the halls of Osiris To read the Book of the Dead Spreading a moral white cell virus

Thieving my recital from the dynasties within.

Destroying Teutonic Knights in the hypnotic northern region.

If that battle must come, I will fight it.

Verbal genetics, energy tongue kinetic.

They're all lymphatic with germs alphabetic.

Letters, insulin, diabetic, the English technique No need for the medics, in the past I've bled it Hell yeah, my taste buds can smell it, the lyrical relic

Wakes up every night.

Rested uncontested.

Even when it's silent.

Careful though my gums.

Toe lyrical guns.

Heavy ass ones.

Shooting over ducking tongues.

bouncing off enamel teeth is white shrapnel i spit out a handful bullets and broken teeth distasteful disgraceful rivals liable to make atheist mcs pull out bibles

You want a war you can't win?

Snappin' shinbones, lyin' in dark crevices like crack-ass white hazardous Cuneiform and hyper-glippable biblical scriptures That has minds blown, thunderstormin' from the dome and blowin' clouds from the dark They drown Earth and we can't know what's ours

I walk the court of earth with bloody fists, breathing primatine mist, third witch on a genie lamp, can't reduce my verbal cramp, no administration might take form of an act.

Lacerations, not the type of nigga to raise hell, but I know what happened Shattering mics and killing niggas with my brethren

Have teeth, yeah, what?

One, two, three, four.