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Yo, i'll enhance ya mind wit simlies in my soliloquies/
the best poetic King since Shakespeare and his antiquites/
I beguilingly and willingly grab the M- I- C/
and turn a brutle rapper to an MC with affability/
my infinity capability is diligently hittin wit immensity mixed wit
intensity/
make you clear the vicinities in fear of my tyranny/
grab my forbidden scriptures and knock you out like Hennessey/
aint no contendin me/ Im the ill poetic rod/
I stand tall and cut emcees like John Wayne Bobbit's broad/
MC's claimin that yall hard but yall nuthin but frauds/
I can smack you one time and re-arrange ya whole visage/
now who you wanna battle? / I squash beef like cattle/
and eliminated the sun cause u couldnt see my shadow/
cause me and Minus collab like Jesus and Lucifer/
devilish battle acts/ but intact words like Ministers/
for all contenders Minus will deminish ya/
while I descend to Hades with battlish ways to finish ya/....
with intentions to go through the dimentions of repentence
just to inscript a sentence/ with indents in an instance/
my rhyme schemes gives me ways to see infinite distance,
persistence gives insight to my prophetic visions
and must I mention that I prophecise rap inventions/
I'm dead poetic, you sound pathetic/ I dont feel ya rhymes/
like my brain was numbed wit anestetics/ check the ill phonetics/
energy flows kinetic/ my brain cells re-act ill so my rhymes can set
it/
leavin you be-headed/ now I got this/ slam like shrums down Eminem's
epiglottis/
hallucinatin/ ... from greastest to great im fluctuatin/ rhymes is
like a time-bomb/
gettin ready for detenation/ when I set my destination, I take out the
rap nation/
cause I'm strickly hiphop when it comes down to it, the Art of Rhymin
is
[b] engraved [/b] in my bodily fluids/
I'm not paid to do it/ got a love for the music/ conspicuous
consumption is the
first way to ruin it/
you got emcees doin it, just for braggin rights/ we takin hiphop a
level up,
but yall afraid of heights/ poetry enlights my brain nerves to write,
Prophecy and Hiphop, bond like man and wife/ you got this Dead Poet
speakin well into the night/
then my rhymes ascend in to Heaven's celestial light..........