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Imperial, material mic, the Master, check me

I clutch the mic tight, uh inside the right
and ignite the light out the dark
and spark the motherfuckin best part
of the rap game, the rap name is the True Master
I'll blast any MC who tries
to come against my extra ill versatile, style
It came back from the old to the new
and now I be the True (True Master)
Oh, it's the S-H-A all the way I stay
in tune so my shit's about to boom
cause imperial, material, mandatory
Alike wack corny MC's before me you bore me
But now it's the time for the true light to shine
and darkest hour is mine
The dark force, the dark source of the light
Triple Darkness, the first spark I ignite
and ressurect that which fell from grace
to occupy the lowest place in time and space
but shall be reborn into the most high form
from the ashes to begin to remember, and flashes
Let's go deep into your darkest mental chamber
and confront your darkest strangest anger
and then convert that anger to life and power
within the darkest hour of the night
Then honor that is born is thrown down
from higher, it bounces, seven and a half of the ounces
of mental that conprised the holy temple
of soul, I'm in control, simply the..