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Originally Posted by Nigma
Jesus...
Our point has been made clear, don't even need a marker...
When you see a shark, it's not 'The Meg"
- it's feeding off your animosity
for what we're keying out of Huey Freeman's locker.
Closet got more kicks than what you see in soccer.
It's easy, proper documentation is needed off ya.
services for freeing, better believe were like Scott-y
beaming up to a fleeing saucer.
Cypher Alumni, you've seen the roster.
The team is bonkers.
You teeny boppers can't even knock us.
You get it, bitch? It's venomous. You don't know what venom is!
The first chapter ahead of this
scripture, like Genesis.
Picture The Nemesis from Resident Evil, stalking around...
You have em' popped in his crown, he dies, and another just re-spawns from the ground!
That dreadful silence lurks.
The sound of a needle drop. Your pulse elevates just before your screen goes off.
Now, what's going happen?
The suspense is killing you!
You're too scared to move because the sounds are now in your living room!
That's the type of dread I bring to this pencil thing.
The elemental king of the cypher semantics.
With the same glee as Daylyt when he's writing his antics.
I'm a painter. And life is my canvass.
The height of my talents been underground, like the Atlantis.
So, any fervor your feeling? unnerving, a dreamer.
Words you've believed to give a permanent fever.
Hurling insults, perturbing your leader...
Determined to be the... man of the house;
don't need the furniture, neither.
Just the furnace and heater!
Ugh. They ask me how I rap awhile.
I just crack a smile. How am I dropping 'em classics down.
When I've been out of the game for so long
that I'm out of touch.
Clearly I wrote that ^ with ease, so now what's up?
"Sugar. Spice..." Pfft. You little Powerpuff.
Cartoon-y , though. Proving yo ... take it up in the booty hole.
