light up the mic...

I'm imperically advancing my lyrics, replacing simple syllabary with rounds of souped up machines//
I know you weren't lookin forward to another loss so I'm sorry to have scouped up ya dreams//
On second thought, no i'm not, cuz its your fault for thinkin you were sufficient//
Trickin yourself into thinkin you'd win only fooled your ambition so i'm endin this mission//
Don't go renderin fishin, cuz you ain't catchin heck son you aint even come close//
I'll give you props for steppin up but thats about as far as this goes//

blow it out...

Inflamation of the brain, the equations the same, even if you multiplied what you got you wouldn't add up to my game//
My Destination is fame, your inspirations my name, don't go blaming me just because your imagination is lame//
I feel a bit guilty because this is a battle between an elite and a newb//
Talon versus Talent, separating us both so in this you are the new-g//

im out...