Teach me to rap!

Check this out ya’ll - my rap sheet is clean,
It’s something like you’ve never seen,
I mean it’s in pristine condition - I think,
That’s until I spill a good deal of mean motherfucking ink.
Clean your screen and be ready for a scene,
My unrated theatrics are exaggerated hopped up on caffeine,
I’m behind bars again ready to make stars descend,
Then at the end you’ll say “Damn Wally, I give that pen a ten.”
Chill yo, I’m gonna kill slow so smile while I verbally slain,
The rap game is just rhymes framed but the crap gets fame,
Lyrics should make spirits lively at the words a poet has spoken,
But let me spit some livid flames leaving mouths wide open.
So close your mouth while I take aim,
To aurally tease and please with structures never heard before,
Shit’s hot right? So I came…
To make a name for myself and maybe one day my fame will soar.

This is me fisting ya vision    
Sticking my dick into the clit of existence  
With the precision to rip through a minute and ripple dimensions.    
Riddles rinder recipient's resistance to rigged restrictions rediculas,    
Listen to FREEDOM and you'll FEEL IT!    
You are what you eat.    
So when im scoffin a feast its pricless.    
I dont swip shit, my card is a V.    
I seen people digest suicide side dishes to die just. To them survival was like DIE! Just washing away.    
When life decided her hair color should change.    
Fads dragging casualties under the grave.    
From scrubbing their brains    
Mass mask massacres brough in through
Phrases.    
Their terrorists to the craft that our carbon created    
So givin the stigma permission to enter my ear drum,    
Is off of the table    
When lyricist scribbling shit that eventually end with our,    
Culture degraded.    
Then children would listen and end up in ditches or prison to fit in the typical image that enters the stereo thinking that it the beginning of,    
Fortune and fame.    
There soul is trade.    
So their currency lack energy,    
Intellect or meaning cause their money cant match brilliance    
That cender spects the key to getting IN TACT WITH THE INFINITE!!!    
So you would waist your shot to drop spirits?    
Then rott empty    
The plot thickens    
The cops killin    
AI's strengthen    
The flock sniffin hemlock trippin!    
The clocks ticking!!    
The system sticking a chip inside of your noggin!!!    
Now im here!!!!    
SPLITTING YOUR CONCIOUSNESS WITH RHYME RHYTHM!!!!!!    
Its none sence that the prophet isnt profiting.    
The blind leading the blind looking like dying lemmings.    
Describe me as an oddity like i aint winnin.    
THE TRI VISION HAKAI SCRIPTURES IM NOT KRILLEN!!!    
Pigmeted citizens restricted from rising out of confined livin    
This is the agenda of a hidden society we reside in.    
So i enter the synergy emmiting from my mind and my divine spirit    
To give me the gift to open you up!    
WHAT PART ARE YOU NOT GETTING!!!!!    
your in the presents of a god    
Your in the presence of a god    
Your in the presents of a god    
Your in the presece of a god.

RHYME!!!        
everything possible          
Even squash vocals            
Or sound them out to          
S-H-OW, you can control            
The sound you mold.          
Thats a flow  and  holding          
Constant vowels, give you a            
pocket or style, so if you drop            
It you fall in line like dominoes          
Similes give imagery, and could be comical.          
when your feeling things you          
Cant explain, metaphors can          
Conjure those mental pictures            
And paint terrain to turn the brain to a     Living theater, to keep the folk who listening entertained.          
Now give a explicit description of memories you retained and strain that energy into your dialect            
Alchemy is rap so rap with out a concept Is miscommunication some people rap
But dont say shit.          
Words with out breathe is like a person   With out life or a corps with no soul          
I hope thats not your goal im posting our whole design for the world to behold  
I hope who reading these lines dont mind keeping our code.  LET EM KNOW!!!!        
           
           
The breath is air!          
The energy is eather!!          
The thoughts are fire!!!          
The flow is water!!!!          
The beat is earth!!!!!         
Its more than rhyming!!!!!            
This is alchemy          
A ritual of worlds          
That your channeling          
From the astral plane. ×2         
Keep it on ya nerves!         
           
Now listen to your pulse.          
And listen to your thoughts.    
then sway from side to side......            
this is, called a vibe      
you feel it inside      
in sync with the highs and lows      
inside of your soul.      
It brings you to life.      
You might get a little animated      
your voice might recalibrate      
thats sauce swag or juice no matter what your age is.            
its there,          
You just need to focus  and tap into it the energy swirls inside you like locust now plague the music with your prowess!      
Remeber this feeling its power        
The rapture      
the apocalypse      
the expansion      
of the universe compiled into a point inside of your heart      
and consciousness this is the poet fountain of youth,      
so keep it true and drink the fuck out of it,      
when others dout you use it as fuel to vibe again, be amused use  the opposition to inspire grit. You can't      
loose if your choose to write for a higher skill especially  when your mind is in tune with the idea that.          
           
The breath is air!          
The energy is eather!!         
The thoughts are fire!!!          
The flow is water!!!!          
The beat is earth!!!!          
Its more than rhyming!!!!!!            
This is alchemy          
A ritual of worlds          
That your channeling          
From the astral plane. x2        
FREE YOUR NERVES!!! WORD!