Morpheus cloggin every double xl orfice
wish you could “split” this cat but no style could “devorce'em”
spitting outstanding symphonies to destroy my every enemy
murder the “Street Disciple” cus he thought “babylon” was sent ta me
my words have antcient citys crumblin
well pussy emcees talk shit under they breath ~ mumblin
my tongue is long lost parchment unraveling
fragments of greek, latin an sandscript picked up while travelling
bitch cats getting sacrificed to the gods of lyricism
prophetic poetics spoken so you can “hear” this vision
multiple styles slightly destorted like light in a prism
We're lyrical alchemists, turnin these “bars” to gold
verball bullion I mold life spinnin in my palm cus world I hold
watch as I spit antient text and parchment
dissecting secrets of the dead sea scrolls upon park benches
morph a hunter, call me “fag trapper”give a wack homo rapper
“lights out” with two open palms like a clapper
slap boxin cus bitches aint worthy a “punches”
eat these rappers up like poor kids do free school lunches
most a these mongoloids goin off assumptions an hunches
and end up getting crushed like shaq eatin nestley crunches

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thanx for the re's