.::A Step Up...

My Conseptual Schemes Reflect A Double-Sided Mind
Jekyl, Hyde, Jack The Ripper Style, Its Tuned And Refined
Optics Removed, Enemys Blind, My Visuals Crystal Clear
I Rip Each Gear Transmition, Ya Shifted While I Steer
Directed Rotations Switchin To Scripts, Keep An Eye On The Gauge
My Revalations Per Minuete Increase, Like Gifts For Holy Praise
My Savagin Rage Displays Text On Ya Screen Like Horrible Plagues
Raining Fire, Locust Storm Splits The Earth Like "End Of Days"
Radioactive Waves Sink Into Flesh From Nuclear Fallout
X-Tinction Stays A Present Threat, A Step Up Starts As A Callout

Elevation As I Proceed To Decode A Re-Invented Style
Foes Denial, Encripted Lead Creates A Solid Projectile
My Bile Scripts Corode Ya Texts, Linguistickly Unstable
Foes Navels The Target, Proceed Digestion, Ya Unable
Like A Rec~Tangle Mixed With FX To Make Ya Boxed In
Fear Begins, Ya The Victim, The Crowd Is All Of Boxden
Cocrin Count Defende Ya Case, I Got Diplomatic Immunity
Ya Scrutiny Isnt A Consern, Lost Ya Speakin Opertunity
The Community Called Box Has Sentanced You To X-Ecution
My Audible Pulses Are Stepping Up Causeing A Revolution