LYRIC FOR SALE

By KnowLedge

(Verse 1)
Channel my rage into a pen and jot lyrical devastation
in my composition book, all the pages look-desolated
Music studio resembles scenes where nukes-detonated
The mic is the transportation to transfer decimation
through sound waves, and yo' cerebellum is the destination
reign-hell, though it's never foreseen at the weather-station
this my declaration, to destroy,every-single-cretin
imbecile,moron,idiot, and every-feeble-being
that grips a microphone, and rhymes over instrumentals
take a literal-hook, and lodge it deep in-ya-temple
Disassemble your physical construct, and skeletal-system
Funny how I rip and split these terrible-niggas
Eradicate mass populations and level-whole-cities
never-show-pity whenever i'm lettin-go-fifty
atomic bars, I meant bombs,you see-coming
with telescopes,viewing these words of mass destruction