https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmqVv-4fd68In your subjective view, rap is trash right?I'm about to laugh rightin your face, after I show you what raps likeyou're an ass wipeyou're the bitch ass typebrain-farting at the mouth like a sputtering gas pipelast nightyou told me lyrical skill is subjective, you where half rightcause' your arguments collapse quitequickly like Hydrogen-7 as it completes it's half lifewhen you judge lyricism on seperate metrics and project the methodsof music theory which stresses resonanceon a genre with a poetic essenceand undermine it's technical complex in-depthnessyour text is fecklessand your intellect is breadthlesscompared to the correctest leftistwho dismisses subjective ethicsalong with your fallaciously pathetic referencesOperais obso-letecompared to what I do on the beatcause my mantras keepyou off your feetafter you read my stanza sheetand you lost the teethfrom trying to recite this despite the fact that your pranas weakI write till' my chakras leakand by the time I'm done, even my clocks asleep!Ah, release!come on an oddeysey/ with oddest freakprodigy/ as we journey to find the black rock, it's deepsecrets probably/ can show you the way to stop the beastto knock elitesoff their thrones, and steal the Illuminati's flock of sheep....talk is cheapthe average rapper oft repeatsa toxic heapof simple minded topics, they should go find a cock to eatI'm sick of the useless pileof juvenilerappers, who defilethe game and make people like you misconstrue the styleand just because I use a ruthless stylethat's often crude and viledon't mistake me for the crap that promotes gangs and truth denialI leave those rappers eatin' through tubes, it's why allthose bitches put in grills to cover their toothless smileI got a huge supply fullof weapons to contuse a guy's skullI use the bible to wipe my ass as I SCUBA dive allthe way to hell, and tell Satan I'll trade a doob for my soulcause' I smoked up all my weed in the last few ones I rolledbut then I saw my chance to assume my rightfulplace as the lord of darkness, and hell started freezing cause' dude, I'm ice cold...I changed the status quo, now Satan's my true discipleand I can smoke unlimited hash fumes, and pipe bowlsplus I have a fresh supply of tight holes to pipe and bouncy boobs, delightfulpeople say I shoot lyrics like some type of human riflewith vials of flourine and mercury, I'll give you an eye fullI put rappers in a gas chamber like Jews and cyclethrough a rightfuldose of zyklon-b till' they bleed through all nine holesmy lyrics are the best, and don't forget it....I know your head isspinnin' from this flow, cause' my flows are endlessand their hotter than a racing Nascar's motor bed is...see I'm the record rectifierthe death defier with breath of firethe super-symmetric rhymerquantum string collider11-dimension writerI take the profession higherI'm your bitches best desirethe sex driver, so check the tiresI'm never gettin' tiredI can freestyle for 3 days while I count each second my verse lasts with no session timerdon't try this at home without a nebulizerand a paramedic hiredto make sure you respire and you're kept alive, yourpuny human lungs are no match for the depth of my wordsmy skills I will never let decline orget retiredwhy is it the best alive are less admiredthan greedy deceptive liars?cause' the retchid spidersget to buy yourthoughts, with the media outlets acquiredby fake news weaponizerswho invest in keeping the truth supressed entire--ly, capitalism lets the finerpeople be oppressed by worthless conniverswho only care about making sure the profits they collect are higher