I'm a digital original, a Master. The innovation of a nation. The brain behind the name, and the player of the game. You're a xerox, a carbon copy, smudged and spotted. White-out dotted. Tear-stain blotted. I have the better weapons in this war. I shoot to kill while you wonder what you're fighting for. This isn't a job, it's my being. You're blind, I'm all seeing. Your energy is repressed, mine is Freeing. Your level is far below me, think you can try to snow me, but you're a bore. I've seen your type before, you're a snore. Out the fucking door. I'm the center, a mentor, a rhetorical oracle. My words are lyrical, satirical and spherical. I go back to the beginning, you're still in the first inning. You try to test and stress but my spirit and soul are BLESSED. You can be a princess or a queen, but your lies are seen. I was a GODDESS before it was cool. You just act the Facebook fool. I'm a mystic and healer, you're a concept stealer. You don't wanna miss how I got this, sis. In the end, it's MY NAME on the lips. On their minds it's MY HIPS. I'm neurological, psychological and ethereal. You're as bland as baby cereal, but I digress again, like I do cause when it comes to you... I'm through.
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