If I Was a Rapper II

If I was a rapper I’d be addicted to nicotine

Looking for smoke, stretching schemes like limousines

The drive I have is miles ahead of this industry

These wannabe heroes would die tryna to intervene

Spider-man with silly string, Bruce Wayne with butane

Leaving humans torched whenever I’d spew flames

Mortals would imitate my sound like Lu Kang

They’d know I’m Bruce Lee with nothing but loose change

I’d be hungry for action, better study my passion

Dragon kicking ass in the ugliest fashion

Make sure it’s televised ‘cause I love the reaction

Have ‘em eating crow, my sons suffer for acting

It’s no surprise they fake a huge slew to get by

Poorly hidden secrets like two truths and a lie

Wearing deceit like a mask, hue’s blue as the sky

All I know is big fat liars use rumors as knives

But nothing’s duller than the lives they’re livin’

Everything they’re thinking man I’ve already written

Scribbled it out and then perfected the rhythm

I’m the greatest like Tom Brady given the wisdom,

To move to Tampa before he hung it up

I’m emasculating men that are dumb enough,

Stepping to me you frauds ain’t done enough

I’m deflating the ego of every rookie running up

I’d have decorated veterans changing careers

Steady reigning on peers, pain in my tears

In exchange for a beard, going grey from this sphere,

Turning round and round, aging my years

But my work is timeless, the absolute finest

That’s how I’d define it, dissent is defiance

Better be in alignment, got it down to a science

These rappers failures like they’re missing their assignments

The skill that I possess can’t be taught

These so-called pros are anti-thought

Bunch of crybabies got their panties caught

I earned my stripes like I’m Andy Dalt

In my prime I’ll be throwing spirals to 85

On top of my game, come play the odds

Monopolizing talent is the greatest high

Say goodbye, competition gets laid in sod

I stay fashioning death like she’s cosplaying

Going Kratos mode, you know I’m god slaying

Mortician with my writtens, I am not playing

Taking ‘em with me, two peas in a pod laying,

In a coughing fit, iller and it’s obvious

Vision like an oculus, instilling my confidence

Peeling back layers revealing my dominance,

Is like the feeling of children gaining their consciousness

Always lifting those around me in a positive light

Came out of left field with a dominant right

Punching the clock, mixed martial artist in fights

Foot on their necks, every head is ottoman-like

Leg up on the competition the way I got ‘em in hearses

Brush my shoulders off when I spot ‘em in person

Scared to look me in the eyes like they got an aversion

But they gotta hand it to me how I body these verses

Listen to what I’m cooking if they wanna compare us

My voice is golden, I cut my own teeth on the karats

Don’t be embarrassed, I’m John Wilkes Booth on a terrace

Obviously Oswald, dead presidents I inherit

Everything I make is money and I don’t spend it on thanks

Keep it 100, I’m cashing out their memory banks

Cross the line and I’m crashing out on enemy flanks

I’d force my credit given the way I’d ascend through the ranks

Their downfall would be imminent, indiscriminate,

Intimate with my penmanship, infinite,

Is what they take of anything when you give an inch of it

I’d leave ‘em at a loss for words like they’re illiterate

I mean most of ya’ll are haunted, ghosts, you believe in ‘em right?

Having seances just to get them to read you your writes

Hamsters on 360 wheels that are never seeing the light

Locked behind bars, famous, but your freedom’s the price

I’m the lord of the rhymes, be glad I don’t record on a beat

You’d be shorter on time, I’d ensure your defeat

Making sure you’re in line, I would sort through the weak

Must be a snorter of lines, thinking of warring with me

I could really chop ‘em down into molecules

Dr. Doom diabolical down to the last follicle

When it comes to convention, I break all the rules

I laugh ‘cause anything in this world I could call a muse

You gotta pick it up and concentrate for your bars to connect

Finger on the pulse like rotary phones calling collect

Dial it back and change your tone, it’s called cause and effect

Heed my message, you won’t find this knowledge in text

Take a page from my book and your story will read better

Range from A-Z, you could rearrange my name into three letters

God damn it, you couldn’t take my happiness or my peace ever

I’ll be smiling ear-to-ear to the grave like I’m Heath Ledger

Me, myself & I, jokes on you if you bet against us

My pen is sharp and on point like an elephant’s tusk

Ivory coursing through my veins I was meant to be clutch

That’s why my words are poetry and I present them as such

Switch the flow up

Points I’m putting mo’ up

No audible

Could stop the slaughter rule

Opponents fold up

Taking names when I show up

Turning Victors back to victims

Going through you like an apparition

The power of intangibility

You ain’t touching me

And writing ain’t a phase

In too deep and can’t escape

No patience for non-believas

Have you seeing sound like onomatopoeia

Just save your time

Toss that piece of paper I’m,

Mashing rappers like grapes to wine

Committing waves of crime

Caught red-handed like twister

Yellow-bellies fall quicker

Turning blue holding your breath

Green with envy, you know I’m the best

Oni, the only, lyricist left

Known for clearing the rest

I know it’s tough hearing it, yet

I’m here in the flesh

Godzilla building fear with each step

Your punchlines feel like filler

I ain’t a real-life killer

But even if you took my mic jack

I could still write thrillers

Counting bodies like sheep

Converting hospice to speech

Best believe, I can manage more

My two cents they can’t afford

I know why they panic for

My flow is water, and it sting, like a man o’ war

Got ‘em turning chicken like an Animorph

They can’t hold a candle, torch,

Can of oil, lantern mantle or,

Flashlight to what these hands can form

Shadow Boxing is plenty for am-a-tuers

I can’t help the overkill

Laundry list, longer than a roll of film

Running through errants like I own the field

My stock is going up like a grocery bill

In my bag, these bums are checked out

Comparing pen games, zeroes get x’d out

Writing circles ‘round these squares constantly

Looking like equations for geometry

Take your lil’ ass to school

Give you reasons to hate

Use lunchtime as a tool

I’m cleaning my plate

Buffet, but I won’t settle for second

One fell swoop, I’ll level your records

I ain’t putting nobody over me

So it seems, your gratitude is owed to me,

That everything I write, 

Is poetry