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Out from a black hole, I emerge from a quasar with more raps/
First just a blip on the radars of Norad/
Till I take off and soar past these fake thugs who flow whack/
So don't ask to co-lab, okay stop there's no daps/
For brainwashed and dull tracks of fame, cars, and dough stacks/
Aint' no cats who can take off the dunce cap/
But me, mothafucka I could slay yall with vocab/
I show that fact, when I see bars in Rorschach ink/
I suppose that hints that I'm so damn sick/
A flow addict, I'll explode and blow tracks to bits/
Like the London Underground, when I come around, fear me/
And turn up the sound in your earpiece, and peer deep/
Into my psyche, my cortical areas/
Where it's arid and desolate, wretched, morbid, and terrible/
Not an organism born in it, it's torched with the chemicals/
That I've horded and stored in it, yup, the more then the merrier/
Fuckin hopeless I'm tellin ya, there ain't nowhere that's scarier/
Go on, open the barrier, see for yourself cuz I'm darin ya/
Come get lost in the throes of my arrogance/
So you can find out what emotionless terror is/
You get it? Man I'm sick like Ebola that's festering/
Dopamine, serotonin, and catecholamine Ferris wheels/
Here's a form that's requesting to take a moment for testing if/
What I spit's truly sick, yo I'm hoping you'll get that it's/
Doper than potions of opiates like morphine and heroin/
Smoked in a bowl with an O that's mixed with cocaine and Seroquel/
So just open up, let it in, take a hit like the rope-a-dope/
But be aware don't overdose/
My flow is known, from Oregon to Ocrakoke/
Cuz I'm fluid, my music keeps it movin' with the locomot/
So I'm sorry if I broke your hopes/
When I killed the fuckin' track with a hammer, Dnepropetrovsk/