Ight lets do dis....

When I’m speaking combustible lines, untouchable rhymes that rape men
Lyrically defined as who rip the mind of For$aken
Atomic Reac –Tons of metaphors that rattle pores
Odds are stacked; you won’t “survive this battle”, nor “win the war”
Cause I will severely sever every gene that “claims”, but “utters deceit”
He’s “Artificially” enhanced, but programmed not to spit, but utter defeat (A.I.)
You’re a machine, but neither one of us is human, a lyrical fact (The Grim Reaper)
Cause even machines made of metal can be turned to “piles of scrapes”
The creator of death can’t be destroyed by lies or “inanimate” things
So give it a rest, The Reaper just descended the rise of the machines