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Get blown like airbags, crashin’ through your syntax
Mess around and wear a du-rag, thinkin’ you got impact
Talk slick, but your lines thinning like your hairline fam
Catch a flash, leave your face froze like a chin mask
I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t fold easy
Pressure turn you see-through, boy, like old CDs
Snap like a trap set, bars like a brass net
Drag you causing static, leave you tangled in the last threat
Claiming you king, but cha your crown made of plastic wrap
Talk is real, but your story got a massive gap like the grand canyon
I write scripts like a war plan, my pen got a floorplan
Built for the long run, you stuck in the short span
Get checked like a coat rack, shook like a screen tap
Every line heavy, got it jumpin’ like the club scene
You spit mid, I’m on ten with the format kid
Step in the zone and get lit like a torch path
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Nothing artificial or synthetic I'm flaming rhetoric barbaric bars dig in ya head like black fist afro picks
After this sit and remain amazed of my slaughter slits no Carter kid but I'm welcome back on spiritual planes by martyrs bitch
Lines hardened with soul dazzle that's fatal as fired chrome gats Mantra undertaker tombstone slamming crabs on canvas mats results cracked backs
More beef than McDonald's whopper's so this burner king avoids the ring and fires big mac's
Slapping the saliva out of player's and pimp's looking silly in colorful suits, and big hat's
Getting paper like mailman I'm trailing emcee's to trail's of tears boning Asian women got em screaming hit me baby one more time like Brittney Spears
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It’s S-H double, it’s the best even now,
The sheep lord crushin'—make your weak vows bow.
Accord force fast, iron case locked tight,
Wicked arm charm swingin’ bonds outta sight.
Mind wreck shop, hold clocks when time drops,
Freeze frames still, while your rhyme scheme flops.
I got an ace up my sleeve, best believe,
Truth cut deep, watch the fake emcees grieve.
No luck, just skill, no bluff in this hand,
I stand in the smoke while your kingdom disbands.
Line for line, I dismantle your crew,
Say my name once—feel the shadow break through.
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Eagle claw grip—hog, turkey, bacon,
Get fried on the grill—know the bill, no fakin’.
Swoop down from the heights, divine with the kill,
Feathers drip flame, every strike is real.
Shipwreck scripts, I fill ‘em like potholes,
Chef with the heat—roast lames, lock goals.
Snatch your game off the floor, no warning,
It’s war, it’s gold—raise belts by morning.
I’m the champ, best hold, ‘cause your camp’s in trouble,
I come through sidewinder, burst that bubble.
Shadow hand grip—snatch mics on sight,
Know how I write—or I freestyle tight.
Sneaks and sweats, still dressed to the nines,
Pressed to the grinds, every step defines.
Cough up coffee, spit steam like a furnace,
Leave you extinguished—off-screen, no service.
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War lover like Steve McQueen on big screen
Too underground to be perceived mainstream
Ed Gein steam when cats are turned to lean cuisine
Fingers become pliers for how I handgrip triggers
Cadavers immediately stack soon I squeeze gats
Nickel-plated nines seize backbones from spines
Baked burner strikes without advanced warnin’ like quakes
Infrared cameras can’t detect Glen Rice heat
I create havoc of Prodigy on a Mobb Deep beat
Enola Gay bombardment altitude of 31,000 ft.
Hiroshima flames, propane carbonizes terrain
Rivals Nikes fried due to Backdraft Fahrenheit
Adversaries smoked like Nazi crematory chimneys
Bystanders witness slaughter of Auschwitz massacres
Minds eroded like tsunami waves do sandy shorelines
Palestine type crimes that’s why population has declined
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Scandalous how these devil's wanna candle us
Flaming hot wax thrown in the face you can't disgrace Mantra Maximus
Ghost gats I bust replaced the old ones rust
Gave em power chamber smoking like crackheads in the back of bus stations
And alley's lyrically I'm D.O.C. on the grand finale
Young God's rally amazed of the toll of my Tally's shoe fashion Bally
Don't bother to stare or I'll stomp em out like Rick Flair he's just a tire flattened in need of a spare bear scaring emcee's since Big Puns beware
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Despaired adversaries best beware
When you step in the square of this brown bear
Carl weathers Rocky but not this Schwarzenegger predator
Saber tooth tiger with fangs of vipers
Amityville slayer, Chris Benoit family annihilator
Kill my brother Michael Corleone cold character
Luca Brasi enforcer turned cadaver hoarder
Put 1,000 bullet holes to foes at toll booths like Santino
Heavy ammo revolvers size of Tony Soprano
Rambo type artillery fierce as blizzards in Buffalo
Combat tactical of frontlines five-star generals
I reload like Lamar Odom in Nevada brothel
Detonation of battlefield nuclear weapons
Mexican Anton Chigurh how I'll kill farmer then remove chickens
Foreign Legion battalion China’s 1900 rebellion
Michael Bivens wish he was spewin’ this type of poison
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Cold as Robin Givens robbing Mike Tyson
Mantra's striking enlightened Viking's, and titans
Hyping the tension it's hypertension
Super lyrical suspension of a suspended in time lynching
Swift and heavy handed emcee's are brazzingly branded
Upper handed slaps until he naps on the canvas
Brook Shield's looking bunnie's get banged I push deep near their tummy
Nose runny without leg's you candy heads are peg
I'm cryptonite the critics I quickly light
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Call me beat scientist, mist in the air,
Cook flows in a lair with a villainous stare.
Kamen mask dreams with a ninja slash,
Flip lore like cards, then I spark that clash.
Daybreak chill with a firestorm mind,
Griftace scarred, but the bars still shine.
Aqua tides rise, Red-Spectrum bends,
From storm blasts to guilt that never ends.
Got sheets for the deck, got scripts for the show,
From sci-fi trap to a Shaolin flow.
I move like a pitch that broke the frame,
Relief on the mound but I play no game.
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Aroldis Chapman on the mound
So much speed it broke barrier of sound
Ricochet too fast for Earl Talbot Blake to rebound
Body casts quickly form after burners blast
Fleets of emcees end up under coroner sheets
Homicides rise like Sri Lanka tsunami tides
Salvador Sanchez pugilist pugnacious stances
Canvas swallows robust rivals like Atlantis
Infected vaginal juice drips from the lacerated
Roberto Duran hands of stone heavy-handed
Mexican Max Baer in Cleto Reyes headgear
I’ll cuss d’mato then bite Mike Tyson’s ear
Your Kobe beef I’ll ground like E. coli fears
Faggots end up in caskets with slit stomachs
Careless missteps morphed to blood goblets
Only thing left is crime scene chalk silhouettes
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Grips snap—now your soul on lock
Hear the pop, like a bone to a Glock
Cage ain’t steel—it’s teeth and rust
Walls bleed screams, floor’s cracked with dust
Ask what’s wrong? Wrong’s in my hands
Spine in a twist like contraband
Mexican death roll, body all limp
Labrum torn—I salt that pimp
No doctor comin’, no white light
Just blood drippin’ through Friday night
Razor’s edge from the fire escape
Land on steel, and you won’t escape
This ain’t fake—this ain’t showbiz
This is Brock when he broke them ribs
Lessons missed? That’s your grave
Say my name, watch the shadows wave
Steven can’t save you, this ain’t no gem
I chair smash skulls till it bends again
No refs, no ropes, just wrath
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Stand back behold the wrath
Volcanic paragraphs scorch molten paths
High voltage flares with sparks of electric chairs
Electrode heatwaves anatomies microwaved
Dissolved tombstones cauterize graves
Stout chest plates can’t escape fiery fates
Catastrophic perils, jackals in feral apparel
Wild-eyed heathen commit treason
Light dimmed by trajectory flight of plights
Bright days transformed to black nights
Time misaligned like tuberculosis of spine
Milky Way radiation, respiratory condition
Horrific premonitions of The Final Destination
Iron compounds oxidize populace to rust
Elephant man bones pulverized to dust
Maggots patrol while hearses haunt souls
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Hazardous to handle impossible to dismantle once I reign supreme on the mantle
My handle Iverson crossover bullets flaming son's
Mantra Vietnam Cong undisputed mechanical mechanic who's never out done
Frying head's like Micheal Jackson egghead's I'm constantly cracking
Dispersing monkey bars like Sean P to ensure more casual casualties
I'm not racist see Mantra rocking a white tee hoes hitting me on my cell wanting to be sex trafficked bitch I'm not Diddy
Bitch bring me money or get stomped out like Cassie walking bitches on leashes like terrier's and collie's
Hoe you want your back blown call me but of course you getting charged a fee
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Tampax cats blown off map
Quick as Irma did crops in Florida
Ten gunshots from five Glocks
Comanches in moccasins can't escape this trained assassin
Civilian casualties of US drone that killed pine nut workers
Psyche kamikaze of martyrs above Pearl Harbor
Israeli armed forces how I show no mercy
Ted Bundy extremely sadistic propensities
Criminal activities of Iran terror societies
Natural feral disposition of aggression
Philistine premeditated persecutions
Plasma-smudged amputated heads
Ned dead William Munny bloodshed
Raw sewages health hazardous
Peril of fractured bone infected with MRSA
Lives ravaged like Ebola has West Africa
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I leave species endangered with extreme anger
Mantra the stranger strangler situations get shittier than diaper changers
Half these rappers get smoked the homo flamer
No question I put crew's in recession with aggression u either submit or get to stepping
Wesson spitting rapid to rattle snakes deadly traits make bones break
In the midst of battle I torture those who tattle
Nothing sweet about my taboo bullets tat you
Dangerous presence those who press feel the madness
As it begins life's ends of those who test are blessed with shots from the ratchet
