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I’m a man amongst choices makin’ my responses impeccable
I’m kickin’ things off wit a bass annoyingly reject able
My minds so dependable that I rely on my mouth to keep it respectable
Then my lungs breathe before my voice box gets technical
I’m spittin’ impossibly so your mission seems petty
I stay composed yet your styles in the air like confetti
I’d test yourself junior before me cause you’re obviously not ready
I’m the sensei and I hate flippin’ it kill bill getting myself messy
But incredibly you think you can challenge a man wit an advanced schema
It’s a logically lyrical set of cognitive screamers
I reel em off like compelling match day features
This fantasy match seems over before I brought out the creatures
I’m talking about my inner demons the voices beneath
I’m keepin them undercover my soul acts as a sheath
But if you tickle me the wrong way my evil prosperity seems to increase
Then they gasp for blood until the outside problems deceased
So when I help you to the stage consider your potential
Yeah I laughed too when I heard you had some sort of credential
The mic’s in my palm and my lyrics are essential
So when you cry when I finish they’ll know who’s influential……..