Fuck it,coming out hard, rusty nails and glass shades
Razor sharp barbs,got quips, that'll make ya soul lift
Hold it,groomed and molded,to be the coldest
How could you prepare for this, nefarious
Malfeasant, with laboratory diseases
Infectious sixteens should be quarantined
Deadly bacteria, from a war machine
Ready to eliminate,a foreign regime
Secrecy behind the scenes, clandestine schemes
Pristine poetry from a mind unclean, more depth than ravines
King Asiatic but a microphone fiend ,have the listeners on lean
Screwed up, from the caviar I threw up
Expensive taste, going down and when it came up
Stan Lee when I flame up ,Amazing Fantasy I pen the same stuff
Marvel and pay homage,more punchlines than a comic
Effortless, eclectic shit,the only prerequisite
Showin' muthafuckas I'm something to reckon' with
Agree with the notion, of that motion,you should second it
Coming aggressive with couplets consecutive
Competitive advantages, have foes in bandages
Stabs from the vocab ,for those who can't stand the shit
Words is the weaponry I'm brandishin, put'em in an ambulance
Wack emcees, think they can battle me ,back to reality
I rule this principality, high regent
Concrete cement, ya defense, is prevent ,on my mind revenge
Goin' off deep end, sociopath terror paragraph
In half ,then find another instrumental to smash
Without sympathy or empathy slash
The beat's throat for temptin' me, raw energy
Radiates from my physical, dope individual
With the ember to cinders flow ,Magnate Criminal
Technical expertise, exhibited with ease
Proficient, introducin' the Magnificent
Chieftain, creepin' on ah come up ,everything they do I one up
Show man upstaged by no man, holdin' the microphone
I'm right at home ,right or wrong, I write a tighter song
Loose leaves I use kerosene and lighters on
Set a page ablaze, panties is thrown before I hit the stage
The whole crowd in a craze ,the hype can't be gauged
Lava bleedin' from the speakers when my songs get played
Feelings and memories, of what it use to be
Come flooding back ,this is more than rap ,its an artifact
Inscribed with my autograph, infused with my wrath
Symbolism they struggle to understand
The work of my hands ,a love letter from a fan
You better get a gram, contraband, outta the pan
Have em O.D.in' in the stands ,y'all don't have a chance
Lyrically advanced ,mentally enhanced , bionic man
In a b-boy stance, futuristic rapper coming at ya
Steal ya imagination then evade capture
MC The Rapper Magnate Criminal Rapper Don
Cleveland and beyond
