Be As Dumb As The Smartest, Be As Smart As The Dumbest, And You've Got A Vice-Verses You'll Never See Again! (You're Just A Sham)

What would you do with another chance?
There's nothing you can do,
Say,
Or believe
That can deceive a bit of a triumphant return.
Put your hands up high,
For tonight,
This race of arms comes to an end
And no one raine of another can raise a terror far greater then my own.
Gray light shines
And binds the time that showed me where to leave.
And by trying to try to figure your figure out,
I can figure that my universe of notes and verse can't collide with a galaxy of rhymes and chimes of trying times.
With red on my sleeve,
With pen in hand,
I promise,
Swear,
Tear apart the signed
That I shall no longer be less stronger
Then you.