magmas written on clay board with precise incisions
when flows pour out hot as lava thru light emissions
vocal cords scream on emcees daring of tempting me
i'm ahead of my time, though close to the present presently
it's evidently proven that envy is a inhuman human
with superhuman skillz that tip scales when humors spewin
choosin the wrong path, only to find the wrong friends
cuz two wrong make a right, when ur doing wrong again
i'm stronger friend...quite often with every lyric i spit
why soul searchin, when found, every spirit gets ripped
ill tear thru the air and rip thru the breeze with ease
recite mines like ice.....so cold when i free they freeze
I be the only emcee that'll shine til solars eclipse
no need in callin these bars, i ain't holdin these in
I win, every challenge is proof i cause malice
funny that i'll flip on u fruits........y'all toss salads

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