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It's the coming of a change. I'm becoming all the rage in the couple of minutes it take
committing a limerick to a another typical page in a rhythmical way in the thick of the day with a flick of the blade at a ridiculous pace.
In it to win it like beginners, but running it like a winner. Give it everything in every inning every single play.
Willing and able to elevate my game by skipping the second base - the fingering of the "Babe".
Bringing an ace to the table, slinging the syllables like Aroldis Chapman. Swinging a racquet and spanking the beat with a backhand.
Spitting tobacco, flinging a lyrical fastball like I'm a batsman. Amateurs are lagging in practice, taken aback by my natural graphic.
The Master of Magic's blasting them back to the back of the pack of the past with immaculate talent and passion.
Imagine Dragons, Radioactive, waking up and shaping up and breaking into barracks.
Breathing in the chemicals and laughing, 'cause American isn't even my primitive accent,
but I'm beginning to manage. In fact, I'm taking advantage of my disadvantage.
Dissing the lack of development on average in half as intelligent rappers, not that it matters.
I do the math in a different class, and evidently pass like in a soccer match. In the manner of a jock hock phlegm and brag
until I kill the shot clock and block your chance. Rocking the fans with a bucket of jams giving them all a facelift.
Knocking the pitiful laymen dropping a whopping amount of lame ***. Stopping the players, locking them up in the basement.
Topping the podium on a regular basis - unstoppable, amazing. Did anybody catch the phrases?
Dashing on tracks as The Flash in his heyday. Packing a smash like Banner and Shavers.
Characters, matter, grammar, and spaces. Baffling, isn't it?
Ripping half-*** to bits with a ditty and my wittiness. Vivid images are living in my fingertips.
Giving pretty women lemons and a *** twist. Whittling a niche from a building in the middle of a city with an itty-bitty bridge.
Belittling irrelevant civilians with the brilliance in me. Little by little it'll be spilling over like filling a ***.
Sticking with drilling my gift til it's hitting its pinnacle and swim with the fish. Pinning the opposition and skinning the rich,
'cause spinning in position isn't finishing the mission, so it's difficult to quit.