I fell in love with myself because you almost shattered me.

Rap Inspiration

Gun shots in the dark
Shoot a witch after I shot a bitch.
I am heavy on the wrist.
My wallet looks like a bible.
I pack heat. I need no crew.
Does it sound like I am talking in Hebrew?
Let me make myself clear then.
I rejoice solitude.
Keeps me sharp. Keeps me swift.

You are right here, next to me.
I don’t see you. I don’t hear you.
I don’t feel you.
I don’t like crowd.
Gods do not mingle with mortals.

Teenage girl. Why you so jumpy?
Can’t you see I am breathing?
Can’t you see how laid back I am right now? I am 22.
Unlike you, I don’t need to shout for people to pay attention.
How ironic, the one with shortest attention span has all the attention.

How are you? Who are you? I don’t remember?
Windows rolled down. I glisten. This demon does as well.
Million dollar grills on both.
Move out of the way. I don’t like to brake when I am this high.
You are no competition. We don’t compete in the same leagues.
Would you please care to move?
I am trying to shake off the gold dust from my shoulders.

Partied too hard, last night. Classes at 8a.m next day, I am still faded.
Windows rolled down.
I am flying in neutral in a Quattro demon.
Neutral at 240km/h.
Huh. There is no haste, trust me. I am just fast like that.
My own gf hates me. She can’t catch up in her Alpha Romeo.
Baby, the real alpha is in the Quattro. I am the Alpha. I am the Omega.
It all starts with me. It all ends with me. Yet, I am no Romeo.
I am just a freak in a Quattro.
I am your peak. After I’m gone, it will be a slow downfall for you.
When you hit the bottom, you will need to strain your neck. Look high up to see me.
That female be checking me out like she amounts to some shit.
Bitch, I don’t account for shit. Get your hands off me.

I don’t touch stupid. I don’t do stupid.
You have a kilo too many. A tooth too dented. A nose too crooked.
A smile too innocent. You smile too much. You talk too much.
Tell me about your day at the office, your day at the restaurant.
Like your instagram wasn’t enough of an open book.
Tell me about how you got stupid after two tequila shots you did not pay for.
Tell me about how your heels hurt from dancing for 20 minutes.
Tell me all that. Yeah, tell me all that.

Damn, now I want her to know. Reality-struck, she looks thunder-struck.
Yes, this is my narration:
Windows rolled down, Speakers loud. Eyes red, damn I feel like a super mutant.
Let me keep my shades on. They don’t need to know.
I connect with the need for anonymity.
Only yesterday, I ate a magazine. Did not hit the target once. Hit everything else.
I am a loose cannon. A dark horse.
My presence, my present, my past should make you feel uncomfortable.
I don’t care what you talk about me, as long as you do, and as long as you get the name right.
Nikhil, bitch!!
Drove at 252km/h to get here. I am always late, but my ride is the latest.
The cops see me but they don’t chase. They can’t.
No sound wall explosion this time. Felt like a needle piercing fiercely through space.
Camera did not flash. I don’t do flash.
Capture me in all the darkness. My home, my primary environment.

Paragons and cartels seek my advice. I advise them just.
I am the multiplier-effect in economics, I hit combos, I hit hobos.
I can summon a squad, bring down another.
I can love you with all my heart, I can shatter you.
I can make a flower bloom in darkness.
I can make another wither from its prime.
If it shines too bright, I can drag a cloud over the sun.
If it rains too much, I can invoke a rainbow.
If you need money, I can lead you to a pot of gold.
It must rain first, however.
Emotion in business? Never.
Tit for tat, this for that, an eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
On a bad day, a jaw for a speck of your dust on my frame.
I do not preach equality in a congregation of mortals and gods.
Again, Gods don’t mingle with mortals.
Too arrogant? This is not meant for you then.
I let them fuckers talk all they want.
They get close for a picture, get close for a chit chat.
They talk about their achievements. Their stash.
Sounds like plain noise to me. Looks like plain garbage to me.
Let me show you the real deal.
This one kicks the good in you out of you.
This one makes you let go of your humility.
Humility does not serve you any good.
If in your world, fire is a good servant and a bad master, in mine,
Fire is a bad servant and really bad master.
My ink made her shed a tear. All be it, a fake one.
My fire will make her shed waterfalls, all be it, a futile one.
Time is precious, and yours is over.

I could start a riot here, start a fire there.
My ambiguity is what makes it clear for them.
I could start a revolution, appease the anger of a whole nation.
I can demonise God, glorify demons.
If I am God, then I am the only one.
If I am a Demon, wait, no “If”.

Why so literal, brother?!
;)