Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - Word Wizard

I don't just come in the studio and write this
I take my time
Master my craft
It's a lyrical science
Pay attention
I am the award-winning word wizard
War bringing sword swinging
Spinal cords splitting
Torturing sorcerer pure villain,
Kill 'em all, pillage your village,
This ain't a sing-along, get 'em off rhythm
Let them talk shit when I spit the raw venom
God willing I will not stop illin' till the onslaught's finished
Conquering all critics
I'm omnipotent, an armed militant,
Considering the opposition is
Ill equipped
Illiterate MCs can't understand the written script
So how they flippin' it?
My style's ridiculous
they sound like idiots
I frown on lyricists who couldn't last a round
Can't believe these clowns are serious
Pound for pound, I'm near the best
You watched me lay your man to rest
Now you're scared to step
Cuz you got a fear of death
So you tip toe around like you're doing pirouettes
I ain't the type to throw a threat
I'm doper than copias amounts of opiates
So everything I said you know I meant, kid
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
I got disses in my arsenal
So if you wanna start a feud
I'm ripping you to particles
My spitting is remarkable
These idiots are horrible
Your mind is limited, mine is infinite
You're not original, it's a miracle that anybody follows you
But then again, I never read your name, written in no articles
So if I take a shot at you, no one would know who I was talking to
If I have a beef, I don't need a strategy
Fuck the rap elite,
These stars wanna clash with me I'll form a galaxy
War brings casualties
There was none before and will be none after me
I'm a savage beast like Hank McCoy
Make some noise when they play my joints
You say I'm wack then give me daps
I ain't your boy, fade to black
You made your point, can't take it back
Too late for that, hate my voice, hate my raps
Hate the way I lace a track
Hate the way my flow exposed, their gangsta act
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
You sit slack jawed, watching rap stars
With fat wads of cash and fast cars
Flash bulbs try and act hard for the snapshot
I just laugh my ass off
I'm hotter than the blacktop asphalt
Your new songs, the same as your last song
These rappers just got shat on
It's my art that's for sale, not my principles
I'm harder than nails, y'all are brittle boned
Miserable, little clones of bigger folks
You wanna make them dance I'll call you twinkle toes
I'm killing foes with brilliant poems
You're minuscule, invisible
You ain't even in my view
Your shit is digital, my shit is writ in stone, it's biblical
Oh you didn't know?
I'm the kid that Noah get a boat
And bring in some animals in pairs of two,
Apparently I'm too real for you
So complex you need a manual
I'm natural, you're mechanical
In a battle I will damage
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
The master of the mic
The lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets
No matter what I write
You feel every line I spit
Listen to a verse, it's clear that I'm nice with it
Master of the mic
Lyrical scientist
A wizard with my words
As real as a rhymer gets

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MC Diatribe Stranger

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