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The quark


I came from the frozen tundra

Rock in my heart and I roll with thunder 

Ice flows, all your rappers torn asunder

The boy of wonder, up from yonder

Dope I’m on still tryna drag me under

Tis a tight rope I walk, can’t afford a blunder

I want a daughter, a son and another

and she could teach him every lil trick I ever taught her

with frozen water, I broke the order

Looking sub-zero, like this hero’s never hotter

Put a pin on scorpion, ferocious cretaceous hunter

Rampageous headhunter tryna scatter my brainy batter

My attack’s like an Arctic kraken

Back to packing a Mac in a sac at the back of the big black Mad Max truck 

You think I fear the “Get over here!!”, 

Oh look, another sick fuck’s out of luck

I come from the frigid ridges

evolved from a cold world, 

not used to burning bridges

Or running from batshit crazy bitches like I did with Bridget 😅

I just had to wing it and then be rid of it

Sort of like I flicked a widget

I-I’m on my way to the clouds

The loud kicks the stress out

It’d love to discuss jujitsu with you 

Doesn’t matter what’s coming, it’ll lose to my jutsu 

Cuz I bring the cold you just ain’t used to

 

 

 

I come from the land of miasma

I bask in the heat and I snack on plasma

I think its pretty neat having a gravity well for a seat

Solar system at my feet 

But I spell disaster//dis-a-star 

Come too close and you'll wish your end was faster

Never been a party crasher

But on an unrelated note, I'm an atom smasher

Let out that light with a white corona

A few billion other brothers but I'm still a loner

Nearest's 4 lightyears away

And he can't deal with my gravitational sway

born from the ashes of my predecessor

Like Helios to Apollo, the God flow succession

I'm blowing up! Super Nova's part of the progressive procession 

 

I come from deep in the cosmos 

I surround you with my own sound like Atmos™️

A void you should avoid at all costs, 

never let me get close 

Cuz I vacuum like I just clean out a planet sized room 

The meaning of cold doom

Absolute zero emotion range, next stage of ice cold rage

With singular clarity and one apparent polarity 

I represent a singularity 

I’m the event on the horizon 

The sight of a Phoenix rising 

Call it the X•God Nixx’s Uprising

 

These piles of organic data’s starting to think they matter 

They’re different classes of mass and the chasm is as massive as comparing a campfire to a stellar reactor core

Keeps getting higher, the multiplier factor 

Fact is, you’re about to smack into the great attractor 

That’s what you’d call rapture 

You probably need a doctor 

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