I hold the mic like a drug with my FIST to the SKY,
Never fronting like a thug with a fist full of pride,
A Prince, like Machiavelli, one ya'll miss if I die,
My elements be on the rise with a kiss for demise.
So I, magnetize concepts through ideas,
Shooting, poetic lyrics through snipers like Nasir,
Envision, the perpendicular thoughts of God here,
I'm shining on ya'll, like equinox on hemisphere....
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