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If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery windows, that's illogical

With unimaginable skills, imagery on the metaphorical canvas 
Painting a picture with no paint, just ink that sinks to Atlantis
Rhymes that blow through the atmosphere's 9th layer because it couldn't handle,
The schizophrenic master of ceremonies,  mind implanted with an infinite lit candle

Hidden in the chamber of secrets, with a key made of optoelectronic stone
In a cove under the Pacific Ocean, after walking a bridge of gold
As legend has it he goes schizo, while futuristic intelligence unfolds
It's said he was born through a pen, he rests on the alphabets soul

He could form an eclipse and hand out epilepsy just by writing a rhyme,
Shatter building in milliseconds, or frighten an emotionless mime
Miscalculations at birth, infused with metaphors born into his mind,
He's more advanced then modern day science in the year 3009,

Slice open his inner cranium, and watch ink leak from is brain
Because we was born into a notebook, born to be lyrically insane
Outlandish metaphorical achievements, and he's quick to do it again
Thirteen years old, and 20 years ahead of anyone in the game

His knowledge is justified as a mystery wrapped an enigma,
Illiterate punchlines suffocating while suffering from amnesia,
While thoughts lurk around the corner, a firewall creeps up,
And blocks incoming ideas, while lecturing on how to keep up

A brain overloaded with intellect, hard drives at maximum capacity,
Like Leonardo da Vince,  with untouchable metaphorical imagery,
Come in and see, how Skitzo lives unreliably maniacally
The maniac in black and white, who lives in his notebook like a penitentiary

The profressor living prophetic, prophesying a diabolical prophecy,
The paradox of the underground, self established and raised to fight nightmares with dreams,
The living equinox, solar and lunar eclipses take place with in me
Intimidating the space time continuum, with black holes that negatively defend me

Call Me Skitzo, not an alter ego, it's me and he's speaking out,
Try and research the possibility to withhold the knowledge, you won't find anything about,
You're all programmed to believe that I'm under you, but I doubt,
You've ever heard the legend of Skitzo, so watch the sounds that come out of your mouth
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