Props to all the ill emcees Release the hounds Da Wize Deciple is taking over your town Spraying rappers down with infinite lyrical rounds I trained in a cave 1000 feet under the ground And emerged as he who has mastered 1000 styles He who wields 8 swords and came to wage war Quadruple my physical strength and double my mental force I spit Meta 8s while you struggle with metaphors Brain gets hotter than quantum processor cores Bare witness to the illest rapper in the universe I dont just spit rhymes I spew a lyrical curse My spiritual germs will devour your physical first Then cast your forsaken soul to the center of earth These wack rappers need to be physically crushed Ill grab you and thrust your body into the earths crust Youre a pile of blood, broke, bones, mucus, and pus An unrecognizable mush of suck no ones permitted to touch
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