(wordplay) Cypher -if You Gotta Sick Freestyle Game Post

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  1. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Awakened as I enter a dream, with open eyes…
    
And taken what’s been rendered to me, I know its time…
    
To give em molten lines, gas sulfur rise, they choke and die…

    These guys are cold as ice, I’ve come to unthaw a frozen mic…
    
A poltergeist, wit a mental wave that exposes life…
    
To sine functions, that tend to make an explosive sight…

    Its like running, an extended race wit a broken thigh…

    Til a roll of ice, can’t bring it down from a swollen size…

    My poetry is so sublime…

    I removed the top of my skull so I, can think aloud with an open mind…

    My whole design, from the focused rhymes, of a soul divine…

    I poke the nine, on the watch face, til I rip a hole in time…

    Imposing lines, I’m a wizard of higher lyrics…
    
im rhyming vicious, til quantum physics, are nonexistent…

    my mind and spirit, defining the limits, of nine dimensions…

    in time and seconds…..you’d need a wormhole, to try and catch him…
    I find stones and I etch em with rhymes sewn from perfection...
    my mind's own imperfections are behind my time zone in the present!!!
    but now it's back to the visions, far from where rap is imprisoned…

    In a battle of dictum, like US and Iraqi divisions…

    In its lacking condition, I attack it with wisdom…
    
Latchin my vision, on the mass of two atoms and split em…

    An acid addition, gamma ray and two radical fission…

    Fanatic transitions, they yield a new patent invention…

    “RAP in its essence”, eloquent effort indeed…

    Extraordinary….how I elicit the ending wit ease/e’s…
    test
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