If I Was a Rapper

The way I write, stories tell themselves and accrue a listen

I pour my whole soul into it, spirit without superstition

My ghosts come back to life, an afterlife that I used to live in

Sometimes I cross the line, a sacrifice to pursue my vision

Enough verses to convert non-believers to the truth of wisdom

It’s to the point if I lost my notebook I’d start a new religion

I’m no God, it’s only plausible I have flaws, no matter how small

Nothing’s average at all, been itching for this like I’m having withdrawals

Any chance to prove myself, and I’ll lose myself in the art

Utilizing the utensils & tools of the mentally sharp

My head’s on a guillotine, every sentence is cutthroat

No one would dare say my name in vain while my blood flows

Until the last drop, I’ll give it everything that I got

I’m the one stirring the pot when the kitchen gets hot

Grime on my face, serving with dirt on my hands

Calluses on my feet, anything it takes to work on my brand

I would never compromise my craft just to take a day off

Because selling myself short in the end will never pay off

Dedicated to creativity, I’m determined to care

Only time I cut corners is to rid my circle of squares

Lyrically I’m in the greatest shape I’ve ever been

Dangerously similar to a grenade when I pull out the pen

Words stick like shrapnel, my patience is crowded within

Any opponent standing against me will have to go out on a limb

Built for battle, you can tell how I’m destroying this rhyme

Every time that I premier, I’m like Royce in his Prhyme

A crook in a hoodie, I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve

But for me to get caught slacking, that’s just not in my genes

You can find me dressed to kill and the bars they follow suit

Born an old-head, knowledge and Rap swallowed youth

Creating my legacy, I’m on track to sprint til’ my merit’s gone

I hustled past the finish line but I think I’ll continue the marathon

Rest in peace, my idols are dying I don’t wanna see them next

All those instagram posts but how many really tried to DM X?

Wonder what I have to go through to get my flowers to bloom

It took a whole pandemic for us to feel the power of Doom

Through the storm I wish to be seen as the symbol of hope

How I assemble these quotes, any style I mirror I resemble a G.O.A.T.

Put me against the greatest I’m eating mutton like it’s nothing

Matter fact I am the best, full of myself when writing punches

Don’t sleep on the animal instinct, I’ll end up sonning these kids

Ruin their dreams, Freddy Krueger when I’m summoned to spit

Feared by my peers, I am not to be messed with

Craving blood, you don’t want to be where my horror’s directed

You’ll be the first down if you give even an inch, I’m taking yards

Plowing through any defense, I’m Derrick Henry with a straightened arm

You couldn’t run in my cleats, I’m tearing up turf

Breaking ground when I make the rounds, adversaries get hurt

Competition gets mocked, if they dare to converse

Ain’t got enough bars in their catalog to compare to this verse

You’re never safe or sound I swear it gets worse

Pride to the side, this is what happens when I put my arrogance first

I’m second to none, listen to this before you get ate

My sixteens’ll have you gone in thirty seconds on a porcelain plate

Born with a writer’s intuition, I’m from the Penn state

Bleeding blue ink, I sketch murals & then I red tape

Back off, wax on & wax off, for me practice is useless

Shamelessly, no vacancy, I don’t have room for improvement

I’m at the tip top of this hip-hop I couldn’t better my health

I carved my niche into Mount Rushmore and got a head of myself

Ahead of the curve, a cut above these amateurs

Diamond in the rough, I’m dropping gems like gas canisters

The smoke never blows over, I’m poison to known posers

Cutting off their heir, it’s tough to overthrow a throne sober

Drunk with ambition, I pray for any woman or man dissin’

Try to steal a meal you’ll leave with a foot or a hand missin’

Time to switch gears like transmissions, consider a transition

Ditch entendres, swap genres & orchestrate some damn rhythm 

But I don’t mean to harp on the choir, they’ve heard all the preachin’

Tooting my horn ain’t required but I’m in love with the sequence

Band with whomever, I lack the capability for defeat

I could body anybody I got the abilities of Mystique

If I was a rapper I’d turn all the Avengers to dust

I’d be offended by the trash & revenge is a must

Count your blessings I’m an artist content with the brush

My sword is sharp but it sits on the shelf scented with rust

Full beard of restraint, came a long way from a gentleman’s scruff

Found other ways to channel my rage away from the adrenaline rush

Cleared any crosshairs & deaded all vendettas to dust

Now everything I write is poetry or at least I present it as such