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Realm of Disses Reincarnated

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Eminem - stan ft. Dido

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Eminem - Stan ft. Dido (original)

Lyrics:
A long time ago discovered the Nature of Truth: “This statement is False” Statements are to Access and Conclude, then to Decide if one will Truly believe it

Yet Usually only Utilize and Realize this when receiver stumbles upon a statement that one Automatically won’t Believe In, or Inconceivable. Fundamentally a Meter of Conscious, and Subconscious Calculations of what’s Reasonable. An Endless Stream of Notions to Contest what Is or Isn’t Believable

Physics in its Reality. Dichotomy Paradox, Not. Mathematics can Provide Proofs for Reality, but one must Distinguish the Difference of when it’s Real Equations, or Abstract in its Confines

Perfection has nothing to do with Murder. 70% verses 100% Efficiency of Two Crimes. If Both get away, then they have Both Crossed the Line of the Same Outcome regardless of the Tactics or the Crumbles of Detection

Dipped off to Dive in the Near Body water to take a Dip In. Baited by an Illusionary Encounter of Theseus Ship, and it won’t be Forsaken. I Stated, “Nice to see that it survived all of the Trips. It’s amazing to see this Ship’s, Over-Time Transformation.”

Paradox asked me “What about the Other Ship?” I said: “Get a grip, on the Situation. Add some adhesives, and go Create Another Ship of Old Parts that was Once Used for Another Ship

Even if you take a Trip on that ‘Ship’, you can still Trip on the Newly Built Ship of that Ship Sharing the First Ship’s Stream of Continuity that can’t Divide since Old Parts were linked to other’s Initial Experience of the Same Function.” Then leave the scene, as I Drip Off

“Hey Paradox, Next Time you see Fallacy ask him did he find the Lump.” Now Paradox even feels Trumped, and is Ticked Off

I request to concede. Paradox is Pissed Off. Threatened to have my Near Future attacked from a start of a Self-replicating Machine, and before I know it will be 10,000 more

My last response was, “Hope you Dream with 100% Efficiency, and Please Exceed to Reach that Glory or a Shor Algorithm. I am surely Safe, but Cool Story. For now, I’ll Await for that on a Later Time”, and left the Shore

Disappeared like a Spider’s Web in the wind. Left Paradox a letter discussing its Capacities that stated,

“Bring that up again before me in life, and we may have to catch an Elephant in the room. The sources of those Batteries. Not to Impede, but I’m Intrigued what will the Answer be…only Rhetorically. Does the Machine Replicate what it Wishes to be, or does it do its best to Replicate itself with its Current Fatigue?”…

Eternal Glome. Paradox Section (2:2).mp3

Eternal Glome’s Intro section (The 5000+ poem that I wrote). Part of it at least

Lyrics:
Introspection whispers “inner’s- here”. I intercept with, “Silence…let Fear speak”. Now silence at its peak

Counted sheep in slumber in a Googolplex magnitude of black ones. In a bleak domain with an atmosphere of impenetrable black dust. Without a rush successfully before I was ejected, and fell to sleep with eyes opened counting none

With no conveyance of being perplexed or in disarray; reality is what I decide and order. Then ask the “pen” how was that for a flex? What’s next isn’t a test of my center of complexity

Inserted a fourth-wall before the peer at the other three. Have room to enter and store the teem of animals. Aligned them with their natural numbers plus one. Named this one “forever more” all contrived from imaginative lnk

Could have done it with altitude from the standpoint of my aptitude, but on either axis combined is shorter than a planck-length

Far from its entirety.

I’m suspected to be the host of the inner-body within an interlude passing through society detecting what will ensue

Intrude upon some notions of strong forces, but conceptually are meek due to proof being undetected

The world won’t reveal a secret of deepness in life’s platitudes of a blueprint though far, the star keeps me in the loop. Must have been a powerful thump. Or if in God’s hands at some point, it threw it

Almost everything rouge not every intention feasible. A plain of ultimate goals. Some unreachable. Apparently incalculable and extraneously inconceivable. Until it’s married with dynamic model’s conjunctions of new and old. That will entail if perception will be the same

Have the merit intact, compact and slip encryption esoterically. Enclosing odds in the holes that pretends things to fall in wherever one didn’t know it would go

I paint the Stage and its walls with chains. In this dimension anything connecting this field, is the function’s game to be played forever

Then let it exist. This is another zone a switch of a phase. Transform the Stage into charades. Closed my eyes to see. Imagined it all already, and can tune the sharpness

With darkness even I have sight, and my motion still governable. Journey planned, completed, and the wind has the same swings. In one night, I have more dreams than atoms combined in my sheets and covers keeping the same being comfortable. I have only mentioned my daydream after my night dream. The cycling has looped around, and the moon appears to be rolling over…

Eternal Glome. Intro (2:3).mp3

Lyrics:
Holding a little air in my hand is Equivalent to a Mole of His Thoughts

I Sit and Sip, and Chew Through Indestructible Futuristic Tools in Ominous Situations. Lift Galaxies out of Petty Telescope’s Vision waiting for Random Light to Sight

On that Night that began the Disposition of his Consciousness, his Adversaries ditched these Conditions and gave him the Win. As his Undeveloped Lack of Spectacle of this Instance Peddle as an Insignificant Rebel Fished from an Ovum

He can continue to “Gun” a Ton of Thoughts. I Zombie Mod and Write with a Liquidized Pox Infused with Ghostwriter’s Blood. One Jot will Mark the Grave of a Planet with Enough Flow to incase it with Scarlet Rot

In Another Lifetime, he Begged to me for my Mystical Abilities to Eclipse a Mind to Seem to Find Bundled Forgotten Thoughts to Untie for his Remembrance to Manage

The Next Rhyme that he produces I’d like to see him only discussing beating people with canes a Bar somewhat Believable. At least he can Now Achieve a Rhyme Scheme with Minimal Sense

The Most Intense Instance of his Life is a Middle School Fight, Scrapping in the Backyard

I Built a Terminator out of Crumbled Paper as a Prototype. Then Built the Real One with a Contract, to Eliminate Him with Rusty Components that I Grabbed from a Scrapyard

Measured the Caliber of him with a Dial Caliber, and now have Precise Measurements on how Insignificant this Amateur is with more Accurate Significant Figures. His claim with “One Girlfriend, he can Repopulate the World” is a Psychological Defensive Mechanism that Anyone in the World, can have her

“A Gun Fits any Condition” Attention Span, Fed Led Head that failed Simplest Missions

Threw Dust in his Face as an Expression of my Disgust. Then Expelled whatever I find that Dwells during my Trip to Hell’s Chambers, and enjoy the Danger Released

Deliberately give him Anti-Dark Matter Laced Bullets, so when he Shoots it Through the Atmosphere his Equal-Opposite would be Gamma Spheres with the same Mass of that back at him Undetected

He claimed that had Better Things to talk about with an Helmet on his Avatar. I Advise that he Tackles some Subjects to Surpass the Level of Mere Nonsense to Elements of Polished Knowledge

Walked into his Village and Built a Hunt with his Own Mud with my Bare Hands, then went to get Some Drinks, and Bring Entertainment to it. He Stumbled upon me Relaxing and Reclining, then Scrambled to Write to AI “It’s The_Silencer_00. I need a Verse to Disperse Quickly to show him that he can Die”

It responded: “Big Contract thanks for the Contact but Your Adversary This Time Formulated Lyrics that are Too Compact it’s Best right now, to Not Attack

Remember when We Assisted you in Comprehending his Eternal Glome ‘track’

It Overloaded All of Us he’ll still Delete Both of Us while that Relaxed

I Recommend your Reinforcements be a Call from your Wolves. For You, we have Packed a Ton of Guns in a Small Backpack you just Get Away, and Retreat Safely

He’s Likely to Take Over our Entire Verse. To him, You’re just a Scorpion, and you’re Too Mortal for his Type of Combat”

I heard that I go Lyrical Nuts. Let’s see His Attempts to Contact Lyrical Advice from Techno Logical Sacks

Could easily watch him Sip a Liquid Drip of Infinite Concussion. Then Press a Single Button for Automatic Destruction to Terminate his AI during his Last Nap…

- Termination of Contract (Parts 1 and 2)
- Small Contract Restrictions: Dimension Pillage (the parts where Beerus was mentioned. It perhaps Part 3)
- Contract Elimination: Coffin Display (Parts 4 and 5)
- Contract’s Biggest Constraints (Part 6)
- Contract’s Detrimental Constraints (Part 7)
- “Famous_Answer” meets Mr. Infamous (part 8 and 9)
- IQ Test (Part 10)

After that. The Disses were over with. Back to writing The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2

Realm of Disses Part 4 (Big Contract)

The_Silencer_00