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Slowly rising from the anthracite to mend the path of the phasic

Cut from the wrong cloth, a maverick, forced to embrace another fabric

A ragamuffin pieced together through Potent patchwork publications

Reaching millions through reason labled as "treason to the congregation"

Valiantly I arise from disgrace, clear the flies from my face

I was built to booster the bar, my genomes thump bass

Superfluous fluency with my native tongue became a burden

Pressing hot print aginst the flesh of the rest, my verbs are burned in

Dramatic schematics were drawn like blueprints to confrontation

We’ve warped our societal norms, deformed storms of gingerbread men

I’ve seen my fellow brethren weathered from travel to the end of the tether

Coming to the conclusion that life is a land of illusion; at least we reached it together

Never ceased unleashing absurd adjectives

Threw vacuous verbs into the mix like chemical additives

Simplifying for the generation of disheveled reading levels

Brought up in a faith of fear, made to evade the devil

Learning that the fallacy in the palace pertained to phallus

A costly caustic chorus coughing caution toward the callous

Commitment always seemed like a scar upon my clavicle

My karmic state of emergency chocked havoc full

Shank played the free world radical now a sage on sabbatical

Meditating on battlefields launching rage from a catapault

You cannot capture the chaos, I'll rip my cage from the scaffold

Beast mode like a cheat code, ice in my veins, I bleed cold

Seeking a counterweight to counter fate; I'm lost in the map

Slinging sacks to earn stacks is a colostomy trap

Springing dead weight off my back, swinging leadweight every clap

Shank set em striaght, make em levitate when they reach in for the dap

The blocks are bleeding while the streets are crying

Dime a dozen drones slyly scrying the beats that I was eyeing

Fathering a new scene, making demons out of lions

Breeding brutes and caustic creatures by the legion in defiance

Critics can’t look in my eyes, but try to cauterize the consciousness

I break apart their bars, expose the lies, redefine what nonsense is

I’ll spell it out like phonetics, these hipster dudes is pathetic narcissists

Jumping on every rag wagon, Backpackin “Swag” captains who embody harmlessness

Pretenders getting nervous when I pack the facts in writtens

I scratch the track so hard I leave a trail of blackened ribbons

Now back to business...