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I grab the mic like a titan, lyrically fightin'- it's frightenin'.
I acrobat battle verbally and yes, hyperbole writin'.
It's so excitin' recitin'; I put my soul into poems.
The bomba yeska I'm hittin' even while splittin' your domes.
Words hard as stone is what I'm spittin', holmes, I'm hittin' my mark.
To all pelones cyclones who sit alone in the dark,
watch us embark on a mission and cast traditions aside.
I am a lethal assassin filled with ambitions to ride.
Let's turn the tide like the ocean, with burning emotions inside
Guided by loyalty and devotion- poetry in motion, that right!
Hold on tight to your conscience while I glide through your thoughts.
Inside your mind my message launches and your pride is the cost.
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