On an everyday basis
My mind is both a cell and an oasis
Reminds be daily of all my fights and constant disgraces
Forces me to face the things I find distaste with
I like to usually spit eloquent frequent flows
Because my mind creates its own cosmic shows
Spitting and sharing insight, metaphysical
Through every lyrical
Trying to elevate your spiritual
Especially for those who think cynical
And so I use English grammar as Thors hammer
To cause you to stumble or stammer
And possibly shift your minds wavelength
Or to completely take your spirit & shatter
Force you to have leakage
When I spit out an electromagnetic lyrical pulse
I quickly convulse your emotional blatter
Because as I see those around me thinning and fading out lyrically
I’m blessed with the food of the Spirit and I’m only getting fatter
So I use my minds cell
To do both - show and tell
I guess oh well
My minds capacity is deeper than a wishing well
I have words to be used as a commodity
But I’m much more interested in comradery
Blow up minds closed with psychological shutters
Flash before your eyes like lightning
To make your weak words just flutter
As you spit out your next verse
My presence alone will make you stutter
I have no need to disperse any curse
To place some kind of hex or curse
Upon your head
When you do it yourself in your own weak verse
You will awaken broken and shaken locked inside of a coffin
That’s been glued to a hearse
I don’t have time to rehearse
My thoughts are constant and consistent
So I write quickly as my characters is persistent
From all you anti virus ailments I am completely resistant
I will continue to speak truth loudly because God continues His insisting!
I eat locusts with Honey
As did John the Baptist
But not even he was able to rap this
I take the robe off his body and get ready to wrap this
Because I use my tongue like an unlocked glock
And I’m ready to clap this!
Never been easily ignored
Because I make my own geography when I map this
And no matter how anyone comes to me spitting a flick of a flame
I continue to spit fire and none could ever trap this!
Venomous and turbulent wordings
That are looked down upon, as gruesome and disturbing
I am never curbing my own lyrical wording
I am only joining in my violent rhymes and lines
Because I am not the kind to ever be hurting
I can only dispense and disperse
What’s inside of my mental purse
And in my purse are words of precious platinum
Hoping to get your mind numb
Make you emotionally succumb to my verbalized drinking rum
And I will go to you - IF, to me you do not come!
(Wow, what a jesting rhyme – To you who know me, know these are playful rhymes)
SkTzO