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I've been digging in the crates ever since I was living in space

Before the rat race,
before monkeys had human traits

I mastered numerology,
big band theology,
performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic so I can start blessing it

Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men have tried to shake us

But I twist mic chords to double helixes to show them what I'm made of

I buckle knees like leg braces
cast a spell of instrumental-ness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinite, let icon be bygones

I fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this

I tried threats,

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Mi Kael