Freeverse #1
By KnowLedge
(Verse 1)
I'm the heir/air to the throne, and I'm heated, so scientifically speakin'
I can only rise to the top,won't stop, til I rot in a lot at a cemetery for kings-and
I'm an emcee, eating emcees, hope Em-sees that Slaughterhouse-holds
of muhhhfxxxas', so fore you die, fathers realize yo grandkids are in your daughters-mouth-hole
My feet are wet, from walking all over these watered-down-flows
Got a harder-sound-bro, than an audio recording of twin-bricks-colliding
Niggas playing gangsta,really bitch-in-disguises
Quick-to-spit-lies-and exaggerate materialistic objects
Not judging you homie, I just object
To the foolery produced in these-weak-songs
I'll tame ya' beast-mode, force you to put a neat-leash-on
Then break out in a sprint
just to clarify, yes I'm running this bitch
Without feeling-fatigue,
Even though I'm tired, of every individual spitting-ya-weak
array of rhymes,it's almost like folks have
abandoned their love-for-the-craft
As the population goes up, so do the dumber-the-raps
everybody talking bout how they're clutching-a-strap, selling some type of drug-in-a-bag, and they're bussin'-a-gat
When they're most likely a chump-and-a-half,better yet a punk-and-a-fag
Who thinks they're a rapper, cause they know a couple metaphors. . . you know better-boy
get it understood, I aint here to make it rain, I'd rather conjure up weather-storms
see my Devil-horns. . .
and it's a fact I'm overly generous, so what that mean,I;m giving y'all hell-and-more
Gotta pair-of-swords, fo' feeble-foes
Make me teleport to your people's-home, decapitate em' and keep-the-domes
Travel to the nearest beaches-coasts, I wonder if they'll sink-or-float
when I drop em' off, and I don't need-a-boat
To be-afloat cause I stay above these current flows like Jesus-toes
