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The Chess King!
The difference between boxing and wrestling
Knowing you guessing
The all-seeing is present
Being of supreme measuring, unquestioning
You're not anything, I am everything
Youre second-string, to go against a much advanced mind?
Your dumb, you wash your hands before you eat swine
Simple cavemen, too dense to even talk to us
There ain't an idea in his head I haven't thought of
Youre thin skulled, a numbskull
My skin's gold, more valuable than yours tenfold.
Repute! Fot now is the day of reckoning...
The truth shall sound so loud it's deafening
Never will you come overpower my word,
My unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earth.
In the last hours of mirth, I'll be left to laugh at it.
Watching how the walls of space collapses on these savages
Evil perishes, disappearing in its own parrells,
Proving ignorance is erroneous.
I was chosen to write the future as the Lord said
Wouldn't be surprised at waking with an eye in my forehead.
#Rhymestr
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2024-05-04 05:42:04 UTCEvent JSON
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