Its the unveiling of the champion, yea its my arrival,
So all the wanna bee's can start making honey & stop living in denial,
The case is adjourned, i won, get some papers and come back for a re trial,
Redial the poetic helpline, get some rhymes and lines for survival,
Its such a sin, when i go in, i always win, my themes are crucial,
Flow so brutal,get those suits y'all, cause Nigel brings funerals.
Its the month of February,
Soon u'll realise thru ur eyes dat my styles are legendary,
Jus be a visionary & see wen i fuk this page up like i'm giving it d missionary,
The throne is here but whose gonna sit on it really?
Fans are gonna cheer me, haters r gonna stare me, and stupid poets try to scare me,
But my melody vary, never ever weary,ppl waving white flags saying"Nigel pls spare me?"
Bad situation, need some navigation? Ur in d wrong place, here's Tom Tom, dont run Jerry,
I make poetry so sexy, ppl hail me -like Halle Berry, it aint chrismas but my words make every1 merry,
Ya'll 'nursery' rhymes balling out, "Mr Futuristic ur spit is so sick, hard like a , it'll surely care me!"
I'm always frolic, neva melancholic, frequently happy- yea though i am not gay,
Saying prayers to the devil though shall not say,
Trying to surpass me??? hmmmm.... its like running back way,
Cus i'm so sweet its like wen perfume attack spray,
Got the cheddar, words in abundance-dont need another, got it the Swiss way,
So next time ya'll wanna look at the best poet...jus look this way!!!!
(find me at lyrical central-on facebook)
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Lyrical-Central/195120317171169
