They call me “set” for the ignorance I bring to the table//
I’m not fictional; I’m fact, where your ass is fable//
I’m stable in my attack to leave you lyrically mystified//
Your lyrics are whack, like the album “justified”//
Im gunna divide you in a way that no other can achieve//
Hit you hard in the lungs, making it impossible to breath//
I’ll deceive your ambition, with an on-slaughter of lines//
You’ll conceive defeat with precision after reading these rhymes//
Leaving you in a condition where you can no longer survive//
You’ve lost this competition; you wanna count ya ass lucky you’re alive…

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Proclaimed to the name 'IgnoRance'
from illness 'DeliVerence'