“I don't have to
curse in my verse to put this beat in a hearse/ The magic of word, sound, and
power causes illusions to disperse/ A
reverent descendant of Black Nobility/
Return of the Djed/ Build for stability/ Decked in Ghanaian gold armor I bomb
ya/ A dedicated farmer of Dharma/ Planting seeds of hope at the stroke of a pen/
that blasts shells and casts spells stirring the minds of mortal men/ I'm all
alone on my throne of bones in the heart of a digital lion's den/ Spilling
melodic ink blends/ for fine unfettered friends of truth/ My tower of power
brings solar showers when raised in the
womb, or a booth/ I'm so Eiffel/
Always delightful/ Inseminating minds with pregnant rhymes from the hallowed
barrel of my phallic riffle/ Within the blink of a cherry's eye, you've missed
9 menstrual cycles/ I ain't no joke, but
I'm a jester/ Bless a nester in the final trimester through the birth waters of
understanding/ Ain't no Gap in my Band, my man/ I'm folding “Outstanding” dead
faces/ in the comfort of offshore lands/ nestled in exotic spaces and places/
I'm demanding of me and myself/ Your mind’s your only true wealth/ I'm steady
molding my vision/ with craft and precision/ staining eternity with the
refractions of thoughts filtered through mental prisms...” – Adika Butler
Cleverly Distorted Sample?
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Cleverly Distorted Sample?
Don't laugh at the contender below. It's all in how you chop up the beat while keeping its core essence intact