Let the trumpets of war sound/ The devil
donned his war crown/ Before he made the stars frown/ By brutally breaking the
gods down to Homo Habilis/ I’m the illest/ Dropping non-GMO bars/ From a distant
star/ Toilet bowls bow/ My shit’s the realest/ Take a whiff of this fragrant fertilizer, from the Milky Way’s grand verbalizer/ Starving niggas stay
biting/ Wack artists are afraid to take risks/ These mediocre niggas be “Underwriting”/ Semi-automatic pens, for inverted friends/ The thunder god writes
lightening/ Hurling bolts with volts at scattered colts/ I blast Vikings/ I’m
past frightening/ Like history textbooks with Colgate smiles/ Riddled with
pages of white-washed truth/ I spit
candy bars/ Giving fallacies cavities/ When I blaze ya booth like a rotting tooth/ My poetry paints pictures like Picasso/ You’re more like Leaping Lanny Poffo/ Every word you speak/ Is a barren street/ Littered with feces and gaping potholes/ Venetian black leather zapatos/ Suit and tie, homie, I rock those/ Mafdet crushes the head of the serpent/ Sidewinders call me El Gato/ Sharpened number 2 lead in the bed/ Both legs
behind her head/ I, NutInMyRhymeBook/ To butter her page-spread for bread/ Dr.
Mind Bender grafted my genetics from the DNA of the Neteru/ Black Serpentor,
with an emerald tarbush, boomin’ through a speaker nearest you/ I rock G.I. Joes
with philosopher stones/ Bruising beats with brutal flows/ I’m wrapping rhymes
around the rings of Saturn/ Peep the geometry of my thought patterns/ I’m on a
mission like the Son of Sam/ My pen is Ra’ s battering ram/ Opening new doors
to alternate universes/ Yet to be explored by woman and man/ No escape from the
lyrical Hannibal Barca/ Dressed in a bamboo-green parka/ Raiding your residence/
With wild elephants/ That’ll stomp ya like Blanka/ Brolic, anabolic, psychotics/
I feed ’em antelope and cantaloupe/ Frivolous flows are pandemic/ My rhyme’s
the only antidote/ I rope a dope with stunning quotes/ Then check a chin for
another win/ My starry crown’s a throne of fire that forms the wings of the
Seraphim/ Selah-See-You/ I am H.I.M/ When the world is dark, you are the spark/ Your inner light shines within/ Gomar Oz Dubar travels far/ In heavenly fashion through designer cars/ Past Gucci asteroid belts buckling the waist of space half-past Mars/
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