Better make sure your prayers are holy
Or these lyrical flares will slowly
Reduce you to a pile of MC ashes
Starting wars while I'm ending clashes
With a impenetrable style defending crashes
Taking basic crime to a third degree
Simply making rhymes be heard and seen
Breaking the "prime and preferred" MCs
You're unable to decipher all my multies
When I cypher with the boldest eye
All these fake writers get old and shy
Out to assassinate all your presidents
Shock value fascinates Baltimore residents
No cure; rapping hate has no medicine
It's mentally hopeless...
Not the typical street naughty con-artist
Claim the discreet Mafia Don's smartest
But, all in all, what is CW without me?
The list of disasters I'm still counting...
Just straight from pages in mythology
Wielding ancient and ageless technology
Worship the latest and greatest anthology
See, the lyrical titan is merely burning
Foes fearful of might and clearly learning
No miracles to brighten their severely turning
Situation; corruption in these minds
Spontaneous eruption with weak rhymes
Possibly create a disruption from behind
Speaking to devils with hell's microphone
Eating wasted MCs like a cell's lysosomes
Hip hop synthesized from a jail's ribosomes
Harsh words are verbally beating
My nemesis until he is internally bleeding
Vampiric descent; be mercilessly feeding
On whack rappers...
Not the typical street naughty con-artist
Claim the discreet Mafia Don's smartest
But, all in all, what is CW without me?
The list of disasters I'm still counting...
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