The Essential

The only thing going "bling-bling"

When I defeat you weak kings

Is the sound of the bell at the side of the ring

Bringing the legendary

Strike men

The Mighty mythical

Invincible

Titan with tight lyricals

The principles that I'm built upon

Will dominate your thought

And leave my song standing longer than the Parthenon

Revolutionary Renaissance

Moving the masses

From military to mic clashes

Class is in a session of regression

Mentioning words to smite you

I could rip your rhyme with a haiku

Because I don't like you

Or what you're doing

I'm on the mic

In your face, ready to ruin

Like city states of ancient humans

Or like a statue of Stalin after the fall of the Soviet Union

Moving in

And taking over

Atom rocks with thoughts

That blows up spots like Supernova

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Prepare, for me to dominate your mentals

"If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to"

Who needs a rhyme

I can beat your crew with instrumentals

"If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to"

Saw me once, saw me again got your pistol

"If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to"

Atom'll rip a rhyme, and devastate a mind with 3 lines

That's the Essential

"If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to"

Potential

How do I have it?

I'm potentially the illest lyricist upon the planet

I take it for granted that I

Could rock your show single handed

You couldn't rock it if you had mics made out of granite

You've been abandoned

To my consortium

MCs I be warning them

That I'm

A philosophical historian

Who orders men

Like Julius Caesar seizing control of the Praetorium

... A gladiator on mics

I'm known to strike like a Hittite

Fighting an Anakite

Mic demagogue

The artist with heart darkness

I ain't a democrat

I'm a straight up monarchist

Hostile takeover

Like the colonists did to Americas

Consolidating your urban areas

For those feeling that what I said offends you

If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to

(Chorus)

To the punk MC

Spitting vanity

Claiming he can handle my mic mastery

Nigga, you couldn't handle half of me

It's sad to see

A wack MC that still raps

MCs are like women

They're all thinking they're fat

When in fact they're not

But that's aight

I'ma keep mine tight

Yo

And let you know tonight

That on a PH-scale

We got opposites of lyrics

Your style's "basic" while my rhyme remains "acidic"

Storing energy in my lyrics like photosynthesis

Exist

Before the first fossilized Australopithecus

Lyricist

I write tight with mic inferences

Invincible before the due time

Like Two Witnesses

The difference is we're unequal

Nigga, you couldn't get signed if you talked to deaf people

I'm better on the mic

Say it ain't true

Ain't saying I'm the best

I just said I'm better than you.

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