This is my preamble. 
Battling me lyrically is a fatal gamble. 
I love to make my foes dangle,
Especially when they try to scramble. 
Determination is my criterion to make millions. 
I battle like a Syrian however, I look like a Nigerian. 
When I rhyme, I’m like a raging lion in a pen. 
Rap MCs challenge me, I’m instantly killing many men! 
Amen! Brief prayer. 
Rap MCs, the thief’s here! 
I’ll steal their dreams with no fear! 
Queer, no care, their eyes shed tears when I appear. 
Rap MCs: Prepare to disappear!  
Ostracized.  What’s your size? 
I’m the grand prize! 

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