Pardxn Me (NSMC7 Entry)

[Intro]
*scene from Thor: Ragnarok plays*
(Thank you)
You're officially pardoned...from life
*screaming*

[STXRM]
(Check, check)
(Heh) No Sucka MCs boy
(STXRM)
(Let's get it)

[Verse]
(Unh)
Proper introductions always hella overrated, maybe under-motivated
More to make the murder cases, flip the script & hold the statement
You could not rejuvenate the news today, it rules to say who's innocent & who's to blame
(Unh)
So if that's the case, I'ma hit up ABC like MJ in the 70's
You cooking with a recipe? I'm cooking with what's left of me
I'm ambidex' but desperately, I lost everything that was right so now I type it see

The typa chick to tie up time and time again I'm tired and
I'm dealing with a heightened sense, he is ghost and I am him
Rose from grave and died again, change my words, correct the sin
I met with Ye like yesterday, he told me 'touch the sky' my friend
(Unh)
But I just keep it 'bout the music, I'm elusive, using you and who you knew to form a crew of this
Group of people underestimate the legend, stupid
You don't even see it comin' when the future's right ahead of you, boy!

Yeah, I said it to the people I'm beheading you
Don't see where I be headed to, like in your dreams and funeral
Your eulogy was written baby long before they missing you
Just kill your mind and in due time your mortal body follow suit

I'm mortified but more defined by horrifying thoughts in time
I reminisce with penmanship & sorcery is your reply
I go to war with entities through history, my injuries are something like a man who can never speak his mysteries

I'm just one of 17 clones of my past self
Refined the perfect soldier with weapons on each shoulder
Computer database in my lower spine, bionic arms, carbon fiber plating, vibranium forged in Mustafar

Conjure lightning with my right arm when I strike strong!
Yeah, I know them snakes squeeze that money like a python!
Solar panels on my finger tips, converging when the evening shift
The sun go down, don't make a sound, you bastards lead into a ditch

Sounds about right, the blind leading the blind
Wait no, you all scatter, trip individual mines
Divide & conquer strategy, kinging yourself? That's blasphemy
I snatch the crown, assault you while I'm removing your batteries

Escape without the charges, I'ma celestial martyr
If I die tonight, you can take time to run and tell all em
Even sons and your daughters, the second coming is near. Afraid of all the red that's coming, you rappers are Paul Revere

I wrote this to make this clear
Originally hieroglyphics, I could never write my wrongs 'less I'm just getting specific
Black light filter on this message, bulletproof getting in-vested
Handing out lobotomies, these are just familiar methods of a King!
*blade unsheathing*

[Outro]
*laughing*
Bro, people don't..
They-they don't- they don't understand
Like bro, I'm really really out here
Like, they don't get that like..
I really really do this
Like I can body you, your squad, whatever beat, whatever track, it don't matter
Like seven days a week, I will murder you
Like, stop playing with me
*laughs*
I really really do this
And, it just-it boggles me
Anyway, shout out to Kato
STXRM!