Untitled Freestyle # 2

Basically

I’m a rare breed

I’m stairs, leagues

Above these

Other emcees

Tear sheets

Out of the notebook

Writing rhymes

Is as natural as

The air I breathe

A product of the man,

Adam, and his wife

Who realised

They were bare

And so started

To wear leaves

Cause of the serpent

That snared Eve

Greatest rappers?

There’s three

I can count them

On my index,

Middle and thumb

When the DJ

Spins decks

And the instrumental

Rhythm just runs

Lyrics will come

When I enter

Into a mystical, numb

Comatose, frozen state

I’ll stay in that

Position of slumber

Until i’m heated

By the sun’s solar rays

My main thing

Is to give entertainment

Like a wrestler

Playing with competitors

Like a cat with mice

I perform, like Mike

Anyone - Jordan, Jackson, Tyson

Recording raps

Is a constant battle

It calls for action

I hang with a group

Of Anglo-Saxon

Marauders

In hockey masks

As black as onyx

Each armed

With a sword or axe

We’re storming castles

We split off in factions

To find notes of currency

As green

As that comic monster

Or the monument

That stands

The iconic statue

Welcoming you

To New York

A gift from

The president De Gaulle

And the people

Of France

I’m bombing tracks

Any song

I’ve laid on to wax

Should be locked

Into a capsule

As a memoriam

I’m so sick

Got a chronic madness

Spit ebonic slang

I’m the bionic man

Lyrically I spar

Boxing

Bernard Hopkins

Leaving competitors

Punch drunk

The way I proceed

Through these lines

I’m bar hoppin’

Star watching

Spotted

Mars orbiting

The sun

Got rhymes

In abundance

So to, fans

Fawning

I never give

A sparse offering

Mutant brain

I’m something

Of a mad boss

King

Like George III was

I don’t write

I draw the verse

Structure

With lots of words

Uttered

My lexicon

Is polished well

Thus, i’ve got a surplus

But sometimes

The source

That is the origin

Isn’t forthcoming

How do you unlock

The doors when

They’re shut?

Therefore, i just

Sit in silence

Take a moment

To pause and stare

Till thoughts emerge

But, at other times

The flow comes

Out rapidly

Like a water squirter

It seems the pressure’s

Enough to cause

A nerve rupture

The rawness of my

Subconscious flares up

Seething and bubbling

Like the hottest furnace

We exist on this rock

Of Earth: dust

But why are we here?

What’s the purpose?