You're beyond crazy if you truly think you'll phase me.
You're sweet to this B like a daisy. I'm hazy;
it's your boy, Big O, with the samurai flow.
Makin', takin', braking more ryo than ya' know.
Not an alpha male; a gentleman. Foundation of your settlement.
The real deal and chill but never heels to addrenaline.
The steel in your regiment. Battle hardened veteran.
Never squeel like pigs that sit me down like David Letterman.
Not many know better than to contemplate fear.
They appear, congregating here. And evil they adhere.
It was an easy afternoon; and I felt the storm was coming soon.
Went up in my room; wrapped my hand around my witch's broom.
"What is this world coming to?" I tuck away the sweeper;
grab my backpack, hat, jacket, ratchet clips, and sneakers.
I am now the teacher. Call my Doctor Sensei.
Stupid motherfuckers call my TITLE cause they been prey.
What is all of this to you? I don't need you feelin' me.
You can't match my style or compare my capiability.
Ain't none of this a thrill to me. I don't like to shadowbox.
Violence is to kill to me. I'll stuff you in a matressbox.
It's just the necessity of death.
The lesson you'll be catchin' will consume your last breath.
Walking your own path is the test.
You'll miss the weight upon your shoulders when there's nothing left.
Cop killa rounds that I slam toward civillians.
Weaving through the spider webs of buildings,
mad villains meet their end. Whether going to the pen,
or making me make them feel like their lives just began.
That's just the way of the street: Code to carry the heat
to any meet with a leaned back seat.
And if the crooked eyes meet, that's a set up.
Never fooled by these tools' rules or their get up.
Now I'm fed up, "Pull away before you get sprayed,"
I say politely. My last concern was to get paid.
Earth is ruthless. I'm not one for excuses
but options overwhelm me quickly, rendering me useless.
The truth is, everything you touch rots like teeth on meth;
quite a lot like the Midas of death.
Quite a lot like the thought of doubt that hits you while you're doing your best.
The mindset that puts your life to the test.
The rest is history. Picture me;
physically ascending in the bigger sea pretending I was only here figuratively.
My seiza-rei and my razor play is quite focused.
My data bank's immune to your doom-say and your hocus pocus.
Your only hope is finding knowledge in naivety.
I forsee your quest is aimed to put an end to me.
You storm the temple quick. Yet, hastily pacing me.
Blade facing me, your eyes tracing me.
Patiently, I step to my stance like a dance on the deathfloor.
You want to die today? Then come get floored; your head soars.
No ill will or bloodspill without a cause.
Never clause on my principles. I let my mind pause.
A satisfied, bastardized, pacified monk;
practicing philosophies you still can't debunk.
Show your evil presence here and I'll go up in the trunk.
You'll be slurring even if you ain't drunk,
motherfucker. My zen circle's one-eighty;
come and try and take me. Make me make you wish you never tried to play me.
It's just the necessity of death.
The lesson you'll be catchin' will consume your last breath.
Walking your own path is the test.
You'll miss the weight upon your shoulders when there's nothing left.
It's just the necessity of death.
The lesson you'll be catchin' will consume your last breath.

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