Late again... sorry!
Welcome to your extinction/
I execute rhymes with great distinction/
time to move aside for those with lyrics more succinct/
than your jurassic attack on what's classically fact/
A dinosaur's what I'm lookin at/
walkin round like a t-rex surveyin your subjects/
you can call me balances & checks/
cuz those short arms don't got my reach/
& you've been impeached/
your reign is a fallacy, 15 minutes of fantasy/
you'll be reduced to the crude I'll use to fuel my majesty/
I'm the meteor here to turn you into mere memory/
the ice age bringin on the chain reaction/
that leads to your retraction from this scene and it's factions/
cuz your sound is a travesty, ears are the casualties/
take that stage and get used to emptied rooms of absenteeism/
my cataclysm marks the end of an era of emcee amateurism/
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