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Recently
Someone told me vehemently that I spit rhymes, just “decentlyâ€
Fluent tightness given by his highness to fight this
I’m so filled with light and power
That its now, through my spiritual seams leaking see!
I do not a thing illegally
But I do smother minds regally
A royal tinge and tone when I sit to write and spit
Either it’s gonna be a local, domestic or global hit
I could care less
Fame and fortune I never do want to mess
Unless
I can get paid to mentally persuade
Never mentally evade but fall down lightly like a cascade
Evaporate into vapors like mist
Speaking truths with a little lyrical glamor and twist
It’s all real and factual
My words written and spoken are not fake fiction but actual
I was born a militant and so my minds diction is very tactical
Although loving science and its current evolution
My mind is never practical but highly mathematical
Most times my mind is inclined
To speak in rhyming format
But I make sure to speak straight up truth with power
Because Ill be damned to be someone’s doormat
When I spit my verbal seed I quickly ejaculate
I have studied throughout my life to correctly express & articulate
Take your mind and thoroughly infiltrate
Like them Navy Seals supposedly did to Bin Laden
I can get your head nodding or get you stepping away on the yellow brick road trotting
But like Rodman
I’m a menace like Mr. Dennis
I spew vomit like pearls in a wind that whirls
Make your hair stand up and curl
Make you scream and holla like little girls
This side of me is just a comical and mythical side
Hidden and rarely seen like Bigfoot
Except when I spit its fire and brimstone along with soot
Never aloof
And my personality is the visual proof
I would rather die by being burned alive
Than to be rhyming lies and forced to not speak the truth
Like Martin Luther and his 99 theses
I create reform like a man abnorm with his lyrical feces
I come out of the sea and tread onto the shore
Seven heads and ten diadems
Makes me wonder when
Back when was then
I am a living modern day not for profit prophet
Speaking Zohar and Shekinah like Elizabeth Clare Prophet
My hips don’t lie like Shakira
But I am a multi-combatant like Akira
I speak with an angle of the tree of life
Over powering and over coming the pains of this life
Suffering personal trials and tribulations
But I don’t wine and dine with strife as if she was my wife
I take notice when I think and make sure this time will not be the time I blow this
Because God is just and filled with Justice
And he gave me lyrical powers and so I thrust this
In God is whom I trust this
I will forever be named a hidden glorious name
That ONLY He knows
And He shows
By working through me when I conjure up and write down my flows
I gotta take a moment to think back
When I was whack
I was mocked and laughed at
The humiliation alone made me nearly have a heart attack
But now I’m back
And better than most but not all
Because the best is based on personal taste
But I know for a fact I spit with venomous tact
And I can take full charge and control
The various tones and fluctuations in my vocal tone
I have perfected and honed
Because a better version of me is what I cloned
Took DNA of my old self and of the divine
Mixed it like an elixir
And then came forth sublime rhymes
With which very quickly made me nearly reach my spiritual prime
I have no need to speak of past time or crime
I would rather enhance your personal growth in each and every line of mine
But I am careful on how my character of my inner being is defined
So you can better understand how this mind of mine is intertwined with the divine mind
Up in the heavens and yet here on this earth’
Because although I was considered a mistake by birth
I know my own great worth
And now understand the purpose for which I was placed onto this earth
This earth surface, showed me how my presence in its ultimate spiritual essence
Can help others come clean and disregard their negative hesitance
For I take a vow to push and plow
The here and now for my mind is futuristic
Mathematically enigmatically pushing the edge of sadistic
For I don’t like to cause pain
But I do if it will press out the oil out of all of you 'olives'
For oil is only withdrawn from an olive by being pressed and compressed
And even though for some it may get you sick and depressed
It will make you a fighter and stronger
To the point that your heart will skip beats as it palpitates
Because your spirit will transform
The regular norm and elevate with no need to compensate
Take 'it' to its highest form
And your flesh will become not a thing to care for
And that’s a piece of my reason for which I am here for!
God bless all you talented poets, mc’s and lyricists
I hope you take my words with a grain of salt and try not to make a twist!
SkTzO
