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I don’t prepare for rap, I prepare for battle Fire metal shrapnel Whilst i’m higher than a pterodactyl My head unravels, even after meds in capsules I see fractal level patterns on my pad my pencil grappled Disassemble tracks I never settle Raps are meant to baffle Rattlesnakes on petals, straggle, travel with the devils apple Wearing deaths apparel I am kept in temples shackled, plagues of Egypt relived Raining flames whenever I enter chapels Senseless babble, I could swim up s**** creek Off my dial sink deep And straddle crocodiles to use there legs as paddles Jackal with a mental cackle Verses cause your blood to boil, vessels crackle Tremble planets until I bend their axel Entire populations wired to the cyberspace Their life’s a waist I’ll turn a cypher to a fireplace And why they hibernate I’m wide awake, the rhymes that I create Dark a mad creator, gladiator mask to hide my face You’re inferior, hearing your whack lyrics Materials crap, I got serial killer criteria Leer in the lab, here we are Blow like Baghdad, Syria Serious I could spit with vernacular bacteria Eventually, my words will live to the century I’m an intellectual entity I’m a Martian with the chemistry Spartan is my pedigree Armoured God emerging Guard is sharpened watch for serpents In that garden of Gethsemane b*st*rd spitting bars of arson Archer with the weaponry If half of you step to me You’ll meet a darkened casket destiny Endlessly, my recipe; repeat repertoire Set the bar damn high This man can rhyme a reservoir Irregular brain stems, gain strength A great ancient race From the space sent nebula Grave beds, raise dead Candle wicks will flicker Witches from the river Styx Still lifting spirits with the Wicca Sip the liquor, in the mirror The aura of a torturer, a slaughterer A twisted figure, this a mystic sorcerer Slitting you’re aorta the, coroner Standing on the corner a, haunted man Born in lands of foreigners Author and a novelist of doc*ments I’ve been off my noggin since Dropping six oxy’s with a pond of p*** Ominous Known as the prophet Who’s knowledge is bottomless Consciousness is higher, I am dominance Bombing this, populous And you remain anonymous Honour this effort, MF Doom is the god at this Honest this is authentic, no pompousness Connor His thoughts are tormented just like Obelisk Prominence is coming at a paid price No stage fright With mates we’ll turn a stage to a cage fight The great apes take flight, *P* This is gonna be a late night
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