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I liquify mics
I can write a rhyme with my conscience
That can perform an exorcism with no responses
My verbal calligraphy is the Bible for MCing
So when I test your ability, I remain to stay flammable
Prophesize lyrics into the books of Deuteronomy
Turning my rhymes into affidavits symbolizing astronomy
See, as I resuscitate mics
I'm giving out complementary dictionaries
And thesauruses for my choruses
Calculators for the verses that I inscripted
Obituaries for MCs who try to battle the gifted
See, my lyricism is aggravated criticism with a felt tip
For the capital punishment we invent
Keep it, optimistic but relevant
For the dead, the grieving, the benevolent
The ignorant, the intelligent
For embellishment, eliminate my adversaries and become Zenith
'Cause they all watch me, they watch us
Who's your God?
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