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Filmed by Brittany Rivinius:
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I was ostracized - from the rap game, man they thought that I,
would rot or die, but un-fortunate-ly I would not comply
I came back stronger, showed up on their porch to shout surprise!
I'll squash your roster, bury heads just like an ostrich, I
am undeniably a rivalry of monster size
imposters crossed me, now they foster thoughts of loss, then die
I speak in verbiage that's unheard of and referred as nerdy
write my rhymes so wordy but I'm always serving awesome lines
my pen game's tyrannical
savage, so, there is no combatant to match my manic flow
damage clones, the king's home at his throne,
represent the #BeardGang, but my beard's on sabbatical
come face to face with a dangerous beast
I mangle geeks, turn the battle to a plated feasts
freedom of speech, but they pay me to speak
these beats are like politicians, I picked one I hated least- ugh

Here I come here I come and I'm ready to
rock, rap, drop, tracks, cop that
When I come when I come then you better just
stop, that, soft crap, y'all wack

I manifested, then manufactured my manifesto
These pompous pessimists *poof* disappeared like presto
They all yellow like Sinestro
I'm here to bring the best flow, that you've come to expect, so, let's go!
My writing's thermic, ignite the verses, they're quite the burn vic,
the nicest nerd, get - under your skin, I'm hypodermic
I'm the perfect ad-vert-is-ment for the turbulent
My thirst to win is hurting you purposely, you can bite the curb, when
I stomp through, murder your squad, too
leave my notebook covered in blood-like lyrical fondue
fearing the typhoon, appear as monsoon
you can sink or swim, I'll be here in the pontoon
you simple minds are on borrowed and quick time
mean-while, I'll still be here tomorrow with sick rhymes
if you step against me there's sorrow in Cliff's lines
and you'll be walking dead without carl or rick grimes - so...