i'm spittin the epitomy of critical mass 'n,
my jaw is like the centre piece of fission reactors,
the initial reaction to my physical actions,
is similar to witnessin the split of an atom,
listen 'n fathom my unique visual's damage,
with my syllable cannon's thats hittin ya planet,
i'm sick with my talent, an invisible phantom,
ghostin over tracks till i spring 'n attack 'em,
i'm illest imagined, words i fill 'em with cancer,
rip up beats with finesse 'n the skill of a madman,
spillin that magma, i'm overheatin the mic,
a demon with rhymes, heathenous i eat what i write,
this way my shit stays burnin, i'm murderous,
...human version of a furnace it's,
omb 'n i'm hurlin this verse with a purpose of,
turnin ya nerves into soft serve when my words erupt..

*shrugs*... aint written in ages so I used your style nos. My bad -_-

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