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supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ice cold mic hold 
A flow that’s so ferocious 
a Higher level focus
Exposes my neurosis
bogus amateurs are hopeless
Yoga poses lotus 
Possibly psychosis 
Or Musical symbiosis
intelligent my opus 
intellectual Hypnosis  
Rhythm in fluid motion
My style so explosive 
Flammable emissions
Lead to 
Combustible emotions
My mind goes higher
And so much
Deeper than the oceans
Flows quick
like oil slicks
I’m Smoking but not toking
I’m laughing my ass off
But I’m not joking
I’m beasting on a track
Red hot
Like thermal scoping

And My Word is my Bond
I roll with my dogs
fake cats and I
Just don’t get along 
Your too headstrong 
And dead wrong
I’ve been slept on 
For so damn long
But I’ve been the man all along

And I’m writing my dreams
Scripting screams 
between scenes
To disturb another’s schemes
And dreams of getting cream
Overdose on WordPlay 
Like needles of morphine
That flood your bloodstream
I’m the real Dream team
But my conscience is clean

I’m outta my mind
I’m way outta line
I’m living but I ran outta my time
My blood turned to ink
And my life’s on these lines
I can’t help but to shine
Every time I write a rhyme
Step on a land mine 
I shatter your spine
A thousand different lifetimes
not one that can define
The depth of my mind
It’s like sight to the blind
I’m Gods gift to women
That live knowing their fine
And the microphones mine

I’m blazing with fire
Don’t call me a liar
I’m on a killing spree 
My rhymes are inspired
There will be no burial
 your undesired and fired
These bars are funeral pyres 
Cuz I write like I’m wired
From now until the day that
My light has expired
I’ll keep on rocking the pen
Until this Bic has retired
Your flow is too tired
I’m in Mordor with my precious 
On the mountain of fire
Your lagging like Frodo baggins
And still stuck in the shire

So For those that want to test
Get lyrically bench pressed 
I’m gonna be the best 
I’m driven like an engine
Til the day I’m laid to rest
My soul is bulletproof 
Like it’s wrapped in a vest
The best of the best 
I’m in Church 
Cuz I gotta confess
High Caliber WordPlay 
Has put a hole in your chest
There’s simply no contest
My word game is fresh
This is checkmate chess
I bless you
And confess you
Before I lay you to rest

I laid em all down
When I came around
More than 6 feet
Under the ground 
A Supersonic algorithm 
Broke the barrier of sound 
my gene pool is deep
you can’t swim so you drown
This outbound flight is inbound
Its an End zone touchdown
I’m invoking the right
Of standing my ground
My talent lays in the place 
where Waldo is found
But I’m a proper person
So my name is a noun

I’m freaking King Kong
My kung fu is strong
I know that it’s wrong
I got Shorty soaking her thong
Cuz I said her name in a song
I hit it once in the morning 
Hoping that she’d be gone
But she stayed for the day
Cuz the loving is strong

I’m sky writing my name
For the whole world to see
It’s easy for me 
To be the man that you all see
All my haters stand in lines
Just waiting to be me
But I’m the only one 
That’s ever doing me

So I give no time of day
Like a watch with no face
The first loser
Is the one in second place 
So know your role
And know your place
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