I FLOW WITH PRIDE/TO HELP YOU GO INSIDE | TO CHECK IF WE COINCIDE
THE TRUTH IS SOMETHING/THAT YOU JUST 'KNOW' INSIDE
SO MY PROSE IS LIGHT/WHEN I FLOW IN SIGNS
NOT MERELY METAPHORS/BUT SIMILES|SIMILAR TO SOLILOQUIES
TO HELP YOU ASSIMILATE/HELP YOU TO BETTER MIMIC, APE
FOR THE LYRICS SAKE/AS I VIOLENTLY SHAKEN/AND AWAKEN THOSE
COMPLETELY COMATOSE/IN A VEGETATIVE STATE
THERE IS NO LEGISLATIVE BREAK/FOR THE IRREFUTABLE DOMESTICATED HATE
YOU MESSED WITH HATRED, GREAT!/I SPEAK TRUTHS WITH PROOF
OF GOD AND HIS IMMUTABLE/CONSECRATED STATE
I WITNESS THE DEVASTATION/OF MUCH CONCENTRATED HATE
BUT MY RHYMES WOULD NEVER BE CAUGHT/IN A DISCOMBOBULATED STRAIT
VIVID LYRICS ARE SPEWED LIKE A DELUGE FRON MY MOUTH /TO A SEA OF PEOPLE
AS I BESEECH FROM A STEEPLE/CLEAVE NOT TO THE SHEEPLE
AND REACH NOT OUT TO EVIL/CAUSE THE HIDDEN HAND
BEHIND THE LAND OF THE AMERICAN EAGLE/IS NEFARIOUSLY EVIL
AND QUITE PRECARIOUSLY LETHAL
NOW THE IMMENSITY OF MY INTENSITY/HAS BLESSED ME WITH THE PROPENSITY
TO PROPEL CERTAIN PERSONS THROUGH POETIC TELEMETRY
HOPEFULLY UNTIL AT LEAST I'M SEVENTY
I CONTINUE SPITTING WHILE SPLITTING ADAM/AND BEGAN BENDING KNEES
I'M ENTRENCHED WITH THESE/SOVEREIGN SPIT OF SOLEMNITY
SOME DEMONS MESSED WITH ME/BUT I'M EXPRESSING HEAT
WHILE COMPRESSING ME/THERE'S A DENT ON MY ARMOR/BUT THERE'S NO DENT IN ME
I SEE A FUTURE CLARK KENT TO BE/A NEW CREATION, IRREPARABLY
BUT THAT'S ANOTHER SCRIPT WRIT/TO BE RECORDED SOON SEPARATELY
WHICH WILL EXPRESS THAT ERIC LEE/HAS REACHED A POINT OF ASCENDANCY
AND THERE'S NO DISCREPANCY/'CAUSE MY POETIC POWER OF LINGUISTIC PROWESS IS MY GREATEST WEAPONRY
GUESS IT WAS "MEANT TO BE"
BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT MOST RESPONDENTS STATED/WITH VITRIOLIC DESPONDENT HATRED
YET I'M A COMMON NATIVE/IN AN UNCOMMON MATRIX/NOT A SLOPPY SLOBBING VAGRANT
NOW THIS POETIC PARIAH HAD POSTULATED/THAT MAYBE IT'S TRUE
"YOU FORGOT YOU MADE IT"
BECAUSE I'VE PRACTICED|/MANY MYSTICAL AND LITERAL ARTS
WHICH NEARLY LED ME TO MADNESS
WHILE CRYING AND SCRIBING ON MY MATTRESS/USING A TABLET AS MY WRITERS CANVAS
ANCIENT PROPHETS ENCHANT THIS/SPECIFICALLY MY HYPOTHALAMUS
THAT WAS ONCE COVERED IN BLACKNESS/BUT I SWITCHED THE SEMANTICS
MIXED WITH SOME ANTICS/THEN MIXED IT WITH PRACTICE
AND NOW I'M LIKENED TO A LYCAN TITAN/WITH A TRIDENT THAT RESIDES IN A PALACE
WHILE SIPPING ON SYLLABLES/FROM A GOBLET LIKE CHALICE