The Lethalogist The Feared Genius [Golden Era]

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[Intro]

[The Lethalogist]
Consider yourself an assassin to the way you stab people in they backs
I’m not one of those artist who claim they real when they spitting false facts
Now is the time to expose and attack
Strategically, I’m a mastermind you can’t keep up with my tactics
I’m past it you dumb sh*t
Im am a perfect bar craftsman
Kneel before greatness
Chef with the wordplay
Cooking and spitting onto the flames so you can taste this
Epitome of your own pity
Your soul is filthy with a guilty conscience
Hyperventilated Phonics
Like Big L Im spitting ebonics
Spit supersonic
Lyrical economics
Learned in the school of a hard life
Organizing pilot air strikes
Writing Death Notes in class
Cremating a remains of an ancient ash
Realize the path of a lyricist
If you not feeling my music than you obviously not hearing sh*t
This is suspicious
Verbal approaches with these witnesses
I bury those cockaroaches
Try to imitate my flow you’ll fail horribly
This is blasphemy if you try to extort me
Your career is unrealistic
B*tches be hating against
And you can’t return to the beginning to prefix it
Your nothing but a felix
Paralyzed to watch us pilots rise like a f*cking Phoenix
… I Mean It