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[Verse 1] Yo, I'm the tale that's bold, breaking records as I roll, Chefs on the beats, cooking rhymes that take control. Deep in the rhythm's den, I stash lines like gold, Every word's precise, served cold, never old. Hopping mad, my verses, they break the mold, Philosophic rhymes, my spit, wisdom untold. Doctor of the bounce, no Bugs in my brigade, I'm the lyrical king, dispensing shades of verbal jade. [Hook] Flip the script on hip-hop, my leaps are nonstop, Dancing over beats, my flow won't flop. Stirring up the scene, mixing mystical fixes, I'm the master of rhymes, turning beats into riches. [Verse 2] Peep my style, packed with verbal artillery, Twisting time and space with acrobatic delivery. A magical hare, no silence, just flair, Dynamic, dramatic, from the underground lair. Leading the lyrical pack, jumping stanza to stanza, Planting deep thoughts like gifts from a stanza. Leader of the word war, my rhymes blitz like tanks, Dancing with verses, I fill poetic banks. [Bridge] Crafting dreams with colors, each line a fresh stream, Painting worlds with words, every verse a new dream. The rebel of rhyme, fluffy agent of change, Spinning salvation in the hip-hop range. [Verse 3] The sage of the stage, tales spin on my deck, Bars weave stories, my flow's architect. My legend roams the urban sprawl, Where beats are wild and rhymes enthral. I'm the gatekeeper of the groove, the beat's own guard, Holding down the rhythm, the club's heart hard. Smooth deliveries, like liquid fire, Leading the pack, the rhyme empire. [Outro] As the night dims on this wild Easter play, Recall who brought the bounce to stay. I'm the shadow rhymer, evening's brew, E.B. signing off, with a final beat to view. [Final Beat Fades to Quiet]