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Murderous intent body shots
Diabolical like young Tyson with no socks
Turn mic battles to bare knuckle fist fights
Gorilla in the mist silverback of Uganda
Dangerous mind of a gravedigga
Grim reaper skeletal figure persona
Feral aggression of irritable black mambas
Tectonic plates volatile inherited traits
Gary Fencik full-out blitz acrobatic hits
Fully equipped with loaded clip so bullets rip
Quick trigger of stranger in High Plains Drifter
Slow motion slugs penetrate fast movin’ mugs
Gaza residents’ imminent displacement
Step over whole crews like Iverson did Lue
Formidable foes turned to chicken chewed
Cheech & Chong toke how I want all the smoke
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Gavel slamming don't judge before I fire cannon
Donald Trump ignorance to civilians I'm masked up like Ice agent's
Barbaric as water torture rage raging like racist Carcausians
More brutality than slave lynchings that bared strange fruit
Soul brother like Pete Rock so hard stomping competition with tim boots
Snatching loot from looter's verbally I'm A.I. to computer's
Time after time bitches singing like Cyndi Lauper once I drill backshots from behind
Controlling governments like Mexican cartel's head decapitation if u refuse to stay in line
Modes I flip a leader of the new school who refused to abandon ship
Mantra rapidly spits 16 from the clip off the hip a midnight marauder like q tip
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So sophisticated my fists they're hated
Crews pass belated Mantra movies R rated
Emcees full of hot air are left deflated
My steez is sacred like Lauryn they're miseducated
I'll smash your favorite spitters
And leave em disfigured sicker than alcoholics without liquor
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I'ma hope for the best..........
But I'ma expect the worst,
Life’s like a movie —
It’s unrehearsed.
No script in hand, just scenes unrevealed,
Each frame a lesson, each wound gotta heal.
Lights might flicker, but I play my role,
With a heart full of fire and a pocket of coal.
Dreams in my vision, pain in my chest,
Still walk through the storm, never settle for less.
Cuts from the past still etched on my skin,
But I ain't folding — I was built to win.
Every loss a spark, every tear a verse,
Turn trials to tracks, blessings from curse.
So I move with the weight and I speak through the hurt,
Life’s unscripted... I'm just making it work.
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Sinister minister ministry dropping kinetic chemistry
Increase my energy can't censor me lyrically Mantra has infinite capabilities
Futility futile new birth of a warriors child
Traveling soul planes locked in like Coltrane
Has lyricists suicidal like Kurt Cobain
Fuck the blame game I'm sleet, snow, fire reign
Heavily heated to hinder the heathens who retreated
Bounties on-going terrorist spit across the globe glowing
Sun bright no likes on the scroll plight I rewrite
I hit like Jon Jones on-site on mics
Mechanic's stable as I electrified cables and left many disabled due to fables
Constantly framed so lamest can't picture my change
Temperatures frigid as I cause onslaught slaughter in the range
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Sergeant of slaughter
Patrick Bateman white-collar slasher
Sadistic homicidal maniac
Corked aluminum bats to cranial caps
Death Valley Manson family ranch bloodthirsty
Charged particles electro-magnetic energy
Artillery fire-rapidly Apache pilot heavily
Al-Qaeda brutalities Bin Laden bounties
Apocalyptic pictures, climacteric fixtures
Maurice White earth, wind, fire plights
Five star generals mandibles mangled
Aborted umbilical cords used to strangle
Assault/battery with jumper cables
Call of the wild savage dog of Clark Gable
Hades heathen, born in flames like Lizzie Borden
Monstrous mentality lacks any semblance of integrity
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Algorithms choose what the fans should feel,
it’s hard to connect when the hype ain’t the real deal
like Razor Ramon on the stoop in Opa Laka
Content fatigue, every week a clone,
Different hero, same tone, same throne.
They bank on nostalgia, reskin the spark,
But the soul’s gone missing like Tony Stark.
Used to drop gold, now it’s mostly filler,
Streaming got more fluff than a Disney trailer.
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Emcees are goofy as Bron’s chip at Disney
Fragile souls can’t even find strength in unity
They rock gold like King Tut but are quick to bankrupt
City of Metro Blankman autistic vigilante superheroes
Emaciated hawks with dull talons of Jeff Teague
I’m a Schwarzenegger predator in jungle fatigues
The real deal like Evander in infernal holyfields
Dressed in full metal jacket with ammo of Rambo
Stilettos razor-sharp like Bobby Digital’s alter-ego
Lion barks, roars of Mustang GT500 cold starts
That light at end of tunnel is when metal sparks
Fangs of fire chew necks leavin’ marks of vampires
Explosive strikes, granular dynamite thru windpipes
Harpoon aerial, leave your chests red like cardinals
Full-blown reconnaissance drones dethrone these clones
Foes sit on tombstone thrones when their wigs get blown
