OK, okay I caught it I can
dig it but it's not my style. I'm more
of a "keep the flow on, let the words
find the inner-aimed line metered by
flying to click in place, and any and all
rhymes that hit are BONUS but not necessary
/legit to the slip-snick-click-fit bling blam
WHAM."
type
Yeah, that's right, I type, but I don't
write I build a rhyme. When I fiddle, Nero
burns while Rome goes on roam to download
the new verse from the Pope's dropped curse
from the wrong chair as I swat FLIES
of some size, sidestep bunts
and run basis in reverse order,
checking all cases short of a score
I drive three guys in sideways (that's
the gender-neutral "guys," there
"guys") and it's 1st, 2nd, shortstop HEY
BOYS
WE WIN (1)! The rhythm has to be
caught in the voice A lot of times
The rhymes stay in place on the page, but
in the hand that holds the mic (air mic,
mine) the speed up slow down cadence plays
havoc with the haters
and players storm stages
trying to get their scrambling hands
underneath my rage in wack-ass anticipation
of a MIC DROP,
but please. Say thank you first,
'cause your welcome
is a given when I throw a verse.
Each time I drive home bonus points
like coffin nails:
FINE
"primordian time" "savage attire"
I can dig it but
it's just my style not to
these days. Trust me,
on the mic I haven't
got one.
Just all
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