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Ideally, my ideas are like sparks of light

But really not having any is, of course, the hardest fight

And I don't enjoy me being sick (cool)

But my vocabulary so disposable, I spit so quick

Thoughts haywire, mobs play fire

From here to higher, need to desire

Not an easy lier but it seems dire

From me to you, I lyrically inspire

An entire generation one day, I hope

Leading no revolution but they listen, it's dope

And even if its turns south, I slip like soap

But my ammunition uncomparable, got you in the scope

Torture methods available got your tongue in the rope

Complex lines, get a microscope

To euthanize, so the competition's low

I should improvise, should tie a bow

On your casket when you finally die of cold

Under my ice (diamond/jewels), it's viable.

By: Armaan Yusuf