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Peace and blessings manifesting
Give thanks to the GodPoet for
Thy Lessons number 2 Pencils and
Compositions are my best Weapons Whenever I am emotionally venting

I scribble on the paper like a Mute that's how I shoot when
My voice is not in use by choice
I write hard like the Teachers do on Chalkboards making hella Noise

when I'm
In position there is no cure for my Addiction I am committed to spitting I never really compete because it ain't no competition
Sometimes I freestyle and sometimes the verse is written

I take pride in my work I be WordSmithn'
Verbatim hitting letters like a game of badminton
My tools are miniscule

I am a Rapper at Heart and a Poet by Soul every story I tell is Worth more than Gold
In this Realm I can unfold full Control
l fuel on Pure Energy my lyrics
Are electricity
You get more of me like Multiplicity

I love to write horizontal so my words are Symmetrical
Getting you tongue-tied is one of My best Rituals

John Wick
Killed
Slick
Rick
I Love Me some
Thick
Chicks
They
Play mind Tricks
Wise
Grips
The
Mic
Real Quick

So on and so on
Crazy stuff I come up with
While I'm in my RhymeZone
And I rhyme strong

The non-believers cannot stop my progress my mission is Words of Wisdom and it is a Process
I inherited the latchkey so I'll always have access

My development was under arrest I took off the mental shackles now I'm relieved of Stress

Oh and believe me this is cheap therapy
I'm giving you the best that I got For Free

I hear Beats in my sleep I see Raps in my dreams
When the Vertigo kicks in I am On another scene

If you try to research my flow you get an error 404
Because I'm higher than the Angels and they're Halos I am From the farside of ever Angle

There isn't any place that I Cannot go If I should ever run out of paper I'mma used A Tissue Roll
And write about my Bunghole
Word to Cornholio

If I lose any of my Utensils I'ma go off my Impulse and
Teleport back to the Booth like Bill and Ted just to collect more Lead so my
Thoughts can be Fed....