Instinct - I'm Magnificent

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Lyrics:
Check it listen, When I bomb through men I look so fly like a presidents meant to be
Im the mysterious verbally sick non human highly intelligent entity,
governments ID a felons identity
The powers that be the know the plain that im dwelling im sent to be, a threat,
I take in the eternal light thats heavenly that fell in and enters me
I might look innocent and harmless
But I kill em Magnificent with calmness
Spititing efficient shit regardless
Plus I’m Sicker than cyphillis they garbage,
My brains so powerful I moved pebbles and elements when I tried to guess
Scientists couldn’t study it either I disheveled the measurements on the IQ test
Im not down with all these fake deceitful frauds messing,
Crushed by My cerebral processing
All Them I defeats still gods blessing
Plus I’m obsessing, with attaining greatness
Destined to be the best n remembered man,
Of have trouble containing hate bitch,
Estrogen see I guess he’s offended mam,
Spit burning flame that fries tie n I charred all the gossip with true concepts,
Just inaudible nonsense that you cant guess
My neurological process is too complex,
Im an apparition Like horror haunting see I’m animal
Bars I’m flaunting be understandable when I strike
Horizontally n diagonal
Im accurate Im Hittin they brain with them scars when I sorta rhyme
Telekinetic poetry no hands bend and wrist thick titanium bars with a thought of mine
When I split you body the hospital, cant fix,
When I give I you an audible thought to pull
Now you dizzy n got an inoperable wound
Thats In inhuman
Physiologic impossible
By bars given em
Carcinogen, scarred dividends,
Of lacerated flesh not a flawed sliver in
My flowed, you’d be fucking retarded to applaud them again
On point with my strikes like a drone then Stick em right push when I flow,
When I take more more hate and spite from a clone I just kick em right in the pussy hole,
Hook:
I know I make em Jelous when I’m on the mic n I slam prolific shit
For the skills in my hand certificates
Listen closely n understand in my written shit
You know I’m man I’m sick with it