Spit for Rank: Scratchin The Surface

�Yeah,
I�ve scaled Mt.Olympus, rock by rock, piece by piece�
I�m paled � nouns diminished � can�t sleep, no peace in fleece
Impaled sound � for instance, tick-tock the clock speaks to me
In stale ground, no cringin� � if you stop, you drop easily����..

Beyond the trainer, recognized as both teacher and student
Guidin� sliders, testified � a speaker�s influence
Easin� the Rubik�s � mind deprived, twisted, leakin� and spewin�
Before I fall weakened and stupid � I�m reachin� to prove this �
One man standin� at Zeus� feet � followin� hallowed footsteps
Swallowin� hollow duel tips � allowin� shallow blueprints
Clues buried deep within the depths of the blue seas
Secrets of the abyss � death of your shrewd chief
You can stand next to your new team �
Or lay dead and purple stretched at your crew�s feet.
As I ease off chain-mail, undressin� the black night �
I�m seen in the plains wrestlin� my last fight,
Against a mixed martial artist flexin� � I dash right
Left in a past site � he connects with a fast type �
I�m findin� ways of injestin� meth from a crack pipe
A vivid burden, certainly hurt when the text from my pad�s scribed
On a quest through the lab � strikes
A bladed rush sliced my back � the breath of my last try
Still escapin� my lungs �
This acid trip, a thrill engraved in my tongue
Touchin� the mirages � filled, and traced on the rungs
Of the radical ladder, shrilled the face with my gun
The next Hitler � chaotically carvin� vendetta scriptures
Vent forever, vie reminiscent and better pictures
This is why I tee off biblically, sun-screening the camera�s lens
I�m basically done deeming an amateur�s sense.
Solidified solo recognition � I don�t care for grades and the "smart guys"
I�ve accomplished what I set out for now I'm waiting to die
Slowly, layin� back in my grave until far cries�

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