eternal struggle, juggle the rubble, subtle rebuttles/
the puzzles and tunnels, thrust us in shuttles like verses in hubbles/
the longer the distance Narcicyst increases with harsh verocity/
marveling varcity, masterin archery, debachery, aim for your arteries/
disarming your armory, stomping your monarchy, turning scenes into bloody mahogony/
the ghosts are haunting me, but the vengence after the ritcheous slain/
trying to fight the pain, while i annihilate and hibernate/
a cyanide gernade stronger than chemicals in a molotov/
larger than autobans, while i remain in this octogan/
inside museums, seen by the weakest heathens of deakens/
releasing a secret deep and for selfish reasons while facing demons/
the speech is a theorum, point of no return, courting the overture/
avoiding the tortured verb, i'm enjoying the morbidity your soul deserves/
my force of words, kept in the temple of Emmanual/
passively gradual, i resemble the prophet Samuel/


i take trips Oversees, just to see how many mcs, can possibly br ready to spit with prophecy/
i go hard in the text, to intercept each and every last one of you mafuckas dissin my intellect...