It's unethical - I stick pens in temples and pull
Poke 'em deep and pound your skull along the stones in the road
I break your own bones and make you swallow 'em whole
Crack 'em in half and let you eat the marrow they hold
You're weak as a sparrow - I compete with arrows
And shoot 'em through your chest till it leaks blood in barrels
I dare you to compete with this - you're weak and obsequious
The Demon shifts space till the outer reaches rips
Till the Sun heats the Milky Way and turns it to a bay
The power of my lungs blew up the levees some say
The weight of my words are too heavy to spray
I toss 'em like anchors by your head through your face
But just consider it logic - I obliterate contents
Of any emcees who heed belligerent concepts
I belittle your progress and rip you till solemn
Pummel you like weather to Corinthian columns

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