This is a concept song I wrote to Nas' "Stillmatic Intro" Instrumental
Ive included the link so you can rap along if you so desire lol



--THE REBIRTH OF ADAM---

Im mixing paint in the paint pots
With blood, sweat and tears, snow, sleet, rain drops X4

I see an outline in chalk of a dead body 
I let my pen walk and re-animate him 
Add flesh to the silhouette, 
A name and an address
A life full of love, pain and regret
I place him onset
Hes my central protagonist,
Exists on an instrumental with other characters
This is more than a novel track, its a novel in a track
...A hard back artifact
Demonstrating the power of the pen, to make life,
The power that I wield with the pen is God like,
Hold the mic like a magic wand, I am the magic one
Adding meat and blood to the skele-ton
Flex to the cartilidge, blood in ink cartridges
Writing on sheets
Tapping my feet makes a heart beat
I bless him with it
Decorate his rib cage, with just a sentence
...I make his aura ornate, working hard for four days
And sprinkle gold dust on his brain waves 
Paint the walls of his brian with a lyric, not acrylic, 
And make the mainframe of his spirit out of kisses
Iris and pupils perfect like his scruples
Eyes shine like a magnified crystals
Pure desires
Stomach full of fire
Knowledge is his food and fuel he enquires
Ragged attatire, uneatly dressed 
But beneath his chest is a tresure chest of saphires
The Man's tired
From walking aimlessly, talking hatefully, sinning shamelessly,
On this Earth
So I gave him rebirth
Like a pheonix from the fire
His double helix I rewire
Make him stand up straight and act his age
And turn the page to create him a mate..
Eve!

yep, i dont spit but i enjoy writing lyrics every now and then, ive written a fair amount over the years, so i'll type up a few...the first one was inspired while listening to the beat of rick ross's (im not a fan) track "Magnificent" ...let me no wot u think

I'm the magnificent with the sensational sentences
Its not my fault your whole style aint impressing
Or mildly interesting
...hip hop is dead, but I'm the next of kin
So pass me my inheritance
The question is
What direction are we heading in?
Cos hip hop is full of Hedonists not lyracists
A hip hop specialist out for hip hop betterment
My flow is like pepper spray mixed with peppermint
Cool but lethal
So stop the belligerence
And attitude and quit rapping dude
Cos my magnificence is of a significant magnitude
Magical syllables hot like fire balls
Set fire to an entire group of individuals
...You wanna know what the pencil do?
The pencil moves to the sound that a ground rule



This is to Hi tek's "Music is for Life":

My rhymes are,
Perfectly constructed
Rough shit
Delivered orally
Pictorally vivid lyrics of quality,
Never tell a lie, I am free from hypocrasy
Since the day I was delivered,I delivered prophacies
Placed on the back of beats with accuracy
Lyrical ath-el-ete, hold the mic like a javelin
Like ships Im batteling, C4 blasting them
Causing embarrasment
Im like the Sun, my shine staggering
To me MCs are candles in the wind
Lyrical vandel with a pen,
And a note pad, these dope raps
That broke tracks
With nothing more than syntax
I bring back, the essence of what we call lyracism
Verbal venom killing all of those I inject with it,
Respect and listen to my bars that embody rhythm
Always on point never with a sloppy sentence
Im number one...your just sloppy seconds


This 16 is to Diamond D's "Flowing" instrumental

I write lyrics in the dessert sand
In sanscript
With my bare hands in arabic and spanish
Rosetta stone flow in ur head phones
Leave ur brain warm, I brain storm a sandstorm 
Flow warm,
However cold like a snow storm
In November,
Versatile flow in temperature
3 bars solid, liquid and gas
I solumnly swear to spit heat when i rap
Im keeping that pact,
Hand on heart hand on pen
Mastered the art cos I master whatever my heart is in
Verbal artisan with a master plan, 
Put that on an affidavit, verse taste like after 8 mint
Scorching blazing, nothing short of amazing,
So many bars im feeling caged in,
A cautious caucasian, leave your corpse caved in,
I talk the talk that I walk when I walk the pavement 




This 16 is to Xzibit's "Eyes May Shine" remix feat Mobb Deep

Eyes may shine, I may shine?
No dude, I definately do,
I lay mines on lay lines
Punch lines and clothesline basslines,
Waste time, time will eventually waste you,
My lyrics are deep, deep to the Earth's mantel 
Aint a MC on Earth I cant leave dismantled
...and disgruntled
...Speak out I will lamp you punch you, 
...Im a wolf your a lamb I'll munch you,
I gotta hunch you think you flow the best
...Thats just erroneous
...Your flow is the phoniest,
My flow will make you hope for death, 
Wish for death, spit till Im deaf
Apply and press-sure to your pressure points,
Stay on point even when under mad pressure boy



This one is to AZ's "Sugar Hill" instrumental

My instrumentals
Are influentially influencial
Detrimental to any wannabe picking up a pencil,
See me picking up the pace,
I excell what you accelerate
Have you hitting on the brakes,
Im shittin on these fakes,
Spitting what Im living as an author I authenticate
Your authorised to look into this author's eyes,
My pen will pulverize
Leave ur vital organs re-organised
Dead beats I bring them all to life
Deadbeat MC get a life,
Im erudite,
Leave the chord of the mic wrapped round your windpipe
Have your name blowing in the wind with my insights 
...It seems like, I'm dream like
Supreme like poetry
... on the mic flow flawlessley 



This one is to Jay Z's "Prelude" Instrumental (I wrote this with a feature in mind - this would feat High IQ - check my top friends)

...I dont rhyme like you
...Cos what you lack is a high IQ
High in Queens
High like flying machines
What I write I supply to the fiends
Cos I rap cocaine
My tracks match cocaine
Matter of fact this track is crack cocaine
Flow in-sane, ryhme great
Mindstate Norman Bates
With a hint of Bill Gates
...My lyrics are the murder rate
...Probably get turned away at the pearly gates
Word play at an early age
At 6 weeks writing 16s every single day
Every single word amaze you
Suffixes suffocate
Prefixes asphyxiate you
I dont dislike you or hate you,
I dont give a fuck
Your just a sitting duck sipping on Grey Goose


This one is to Jadakiss's/Alchemist's "Feel Me" Instrumental

You cant molest my mental body,
Cos my mind intwinded with celestial bodies,
Each hemisphere entrenched with the stratosphere,
Mind capacity reflects a galaxy
Im a shining star, a white giant
A white tiger, a white lion
The first and the last
The future the past
I refute the wrath of the Devil with a laugh
But he blew a kiss to our kids  
Their innocence dismissed
Insense is lit for the loss of a spi-rit
Ignorance is bliss
Let me put it like this
When know what knowledge is you know what horror is
Just look at the oblelisk
Pointing to the eye of Horus's,
Its killing me were spiritually impoverished
Peace to the Gods and Goddesses
That stay positive,
In a world of broken bones, dreams and promises




This isnt a 16 its actually a song - "Plan On A Wingspan" - This is over Na's "Papa Was A Playa" Instrumental

I dont originate from the planet Earth  
The planet Earth wasnt the planet of my birth
Im from a whole other solar system
I was made with a cobras venom and an older wisdom
Made from fibres of ice and fire,
Sent to Earth to inspire...
...A cloud broke my fall luckily, 
Looked around then leant over hurridly,
Touched the mountain tips with my finger tips
Jot it down in felt tip and then lit a jos stick
Gave my words in a letter to a bald eagle 
Told him to circulate my message to the poor people
...He turned away, 
I trained a bird of prey how to purvey all of my learned ways
Love and hate in each hand,
Wiped it on his wings and,
Gave a dream like gleam to his wing span,
The message took off with him, told all birds from the falcons to the pigeons
They flew in flocks,
Landed on avenues and blocks,
Gangs and crews just watched,
Looked like a scene from Alfred Hitchcock,
Finally the penny dropped, at last the penny dropped
They told the thugs with spliffs in their mouths 
To go see the dove with the twig in his mouth, 
...Through the sweetest lullaby
My message crept and swept tears from mothers' eyes
The magpie kissed the bees in the beehive
My face lit up, the place lit up with fireflys
Changed from a pigsty to a paradise
Birds of paradise standby
New wisdom in them reshapes the landscape
Men smile and greet eachother with a handshake
I state Man's new mandate
Work together, love eachother, understand one another
Our differences should be embraced
Differences should'nt be met with hate
Differences make life interesting
And deepen thoughts and opinions,
The hawks and the perequin,
Shelter the homeless with feathered wings,
A new day dawns open the curtains let it in,
Breathe it in, seeds blossoming,
We need a change like we need oxygen
Break out of the box your in
Create a positive mentality
I watch the men drink apertif with the parakeets


This is another small track called "Angel" to AZ's "City Of God" Instrumental

I was an angel in my past life
I was visited by an angel last night
She had a aura of amethyst
Blew a kiss taste of liquorice
She gave me lots of cannabis
Eden homegrown self-harvested
Gotta tell you it was marvelous
Ever seen marjuana that was luminous? 
Smoked a spliff on a moon of Jupiter's
Then took a dip in the waters of Uranus
She was 12 foot tall with silk robes on 
Wide grin fine skin made of photons
My mind is what she wrote on
With words for pencils
Eyes of pearls and emerald 
Monumental breast bone
Rhinestone chromosomes
Heart made from honeycomb
Breath left her mouth in a cyclone
Swept me off my feet
Overwhelmed me
Hung on every word
Drunk on what I heard
Mind, body soul, gold frankincense and mur
Common sense became immense knowledge nurtured  
Cosmic trends and a 6th sense she inserted
Into me intrveinously, with her teeth
I fell back body deceased
But spirit at ease
Released, unsheathed and free 
To roam where it liked
Sat on a satlellite
Mused on meteorite
Getting high
Enquiring with an insatiable appetite
I aksed "where does God reside?"
To which she replied
Inside ur mind
Behind the eyes
Between the ears
Thats why your temple is called a temple, now its clear


This 16 is to Biggie's "The What" Instrumental

I write endlessly
The pen I keep in my right extremity
You cant write
Thats why your stationery remains stationary
My paragraphs are sweet
I handcraft a paragraph
Out of whipped cream
Mixed with whisky
A delicious 16
Tastes good cos its hand made, hand baked
Left to marinate, for seven days, on a page
Of my rhyme book
Im a sublime cook
Taste this verse
Take it in dont say a word
I word play, play with words
And spray verbs
Like a firearm
Mind deep like Farrakhan
"A muthafuckin rap phenomenon"
Flow phenomenally well
...I dwell in the ink well,
Let the ink spill with the quill
I cast spells, you cant spell,
Illiterate
You talented? Jus a little bit
Your sick? Now your pushing it

This 16 is to Methodmans and Redmans "AYO" Instrumental

I pound nouns to fit my type of
Renound sound
Sentences spell bound with ketamin
I discipline metonyms
And boss verbs around
Cos Im the verb boss
Im verbose
I let the herb smoke
When its in between the sheets with tobacco
A happy couple, rhymes rugged like stubble
Heres a knuckle
...Sandwich straight to the face
How does it taste?
.......
You get punched in the face for dumbness,
Or being rambunctious
These drums taste scrumptious
Alaphbet soup who wants it?
I will out spit you dumbshits, no contest
I confess to be the best
Rap to the beat in my chest, flow with finnese,
Explode the set with a 16
Mouth like a M16
You get blown to smithereens


This is a little song to Slum Village's "Players" Instrumental (if you dont no it check the track/beat on youtube)

Kool G, AZ, KRS One,
Canibus, Busta Rhymes and Raekwon
But most Big Pun
Is in my CD "playeeerr"
Capital Punishment, Beware,
Super Lyrical, Parental Discretion,
Carribean Connection and
Still Not A "playeeer"

Paint Pictures with my rhymes you can see
Them when I say them
My songs like movies you can see them
When you play them,
In HD put this is a DVD "playeeer" (X2)

Smoking eightballs, red eyeballs
My mouth taste like drywall
Cos Im always on the green like a Football "playeeer"
Like Ronaldo
From the womb to the tombstone, 
You'll stay unknown, 
Cos you cant flow, and your rhymes blow
Like a saxophone "playeeer"
Lady hip hop is dying and shes in pain
From gold chains, crack cocaine,
They say hate the game but dont hate the "playeeer"
But I still hold him accountable
Even the players gotta be responsible,
MC MVP most valuable "playeeer"

Paint Pictures with my rhymes you can see
Them when I say them
My songs like movies you can see them
When you play them,
In HD put this is a DVD "playeeer" (X2)


This is a song to Jadakiss's "By Your Side" Instrumental

Beatiful eat a mouthful of the mic
Words I circulate detinate dynomite,
Flow ferocious flow like Iron Mike,
If you got ur cd player b-b "by you side"
Then listen to my music
Each word on point from the onset,
...I digress, 
...Its time to start bong hitting,
Thats if you got a bong sitting "by your side" 
Then take some hits from it
My cd you'll hear some hits on it 
Say your better than me and get confronted
Everybody starts running though they said they were "by your side"
Not when the shit hits the fan
Spit for myself and spit for the fans
Thats becos Im the shit Im the man
I will murder everyone thats stands "by your side"

Myself only thing im cncerned with
I'll explain how hot my words is 
1. you get sunburnt bitch
2. when I spit it feels like a furness "by your side"
Roaring away
Put ur mics down call it day
I wrote your destiny, but you havent read it,
I'll paraphrase the message, fuck around and get a paramedic "by your side"
My outlook I'll teach you
Use your brain plus the tricks up your sleeve too
Stimulate your cerebral and fuck negative only keep positive people "by your side"
Suicide, homocide, genecide,
Parasite, fantasize, infanticide,
Paralyse, paraglide,
Your amazed at how many words I can rhyme with the pharse "by your side"



This 16 is to  AZ's "Life on the Line"

I bleed music
I write rhymes in blood
Putting life in these lines
I think Im in love
With a snare, hi hat and kickdrum,
I get your ears drunk
And sell drugs to your ear drums
Musical maelstrom, never outdone is the outcome,
Never did understand how some
MCs thought theyre sick, when they talk nuthin but shit,
Drug strips, guns clips,
Need to hear sumthin more imaginative,
We let the standards slip, now we're hurting from it
Nuthin on the radio worth recording on the tape deck,
Raps being vandalised for a paycheck
Everyone talking like sum kind of fighter,
But as for me I keep walking towards the type writer,
Beatiful on the beat, my verse is a heart beat
Put my life in these lines beatifully


This one is to Mic Geronimo's "Masta I.C" Instrumental

I appear on the block in a puff of smoke,
I smoke the mic in a blunt
I make the mic go up in smoke,
Everyones a gangsta
MCS are not real
Year of the dragon smoke coming out my nos-trils
Fire burning in my throat
I dont really breathe fire its just the weedsmoke
Taking deep tokes, like a Mayan or an Inca
The marjuana can turn a fool into a deep thinker
The weed gets my mind to a higher altitude
Smoke a few to get me high for a week or two
Write a 32 and descend to earth in a parachute,
Crash land pen in hand on the avenue,
Smoking tons of weed endlessly,
Listening to beats practicsing calligraphy,
Skills to kill the industry
Rhymes, style, flow I go all three,
Anybody disagree's been given a labotomy


This one is to Big L's "Flamboyant" Instrumental

I walk the path way of MLK
Pass the alley of Shahrazad Ali
In the footsteps of Malcom X
Following the best of the deepest thinkers
Setting precedents in my Fila sneakers
Che Guevara, Fidel Castro,
Lighting blunts with money ashtray cashflow,
Fuck money, invest in gold
Fuck money invest in gold
In tune with the souls of Alex Jones, Jordan Maxwell,
KRS ONE and Karl Marx as well,
Footnoting Freud,
Leave a foe flambe, flow flamboyant leave a foe destroyed,
A king since a boy,
Call me Tutankhamun,
From the womb to the tomb, lifes a tragic cartoon,
Illustrations of ill nations,
Hospices and hospitals full of ill patients
There are many races, not one inately savage,
Hate racists but I listen to Elijah Muhammad,
What did he say? do for self,  thats the self empowering way,
Self betterment, self autonomy is my philosophy,
See the self in astrology, astronomy,
We are part of the earth and the universe, why?
Cos you cant spell universe without U and I  


Another concept song, dunno what to call it, but its to Hi Tek's/Common's "Sun God" Instrumental

I took a huge bite of lime to taste the sweetness,
Im one of kind, Im seedless
Im a genuis grown from a sespool of bleakness,
I gently germinated out of the dirt, germs and hatred,
Anew fragrence I grace the world with,
In a whirl wind, untill the world ends,
End of days, the Son of London sun glazed
White face sleeping in the nightshade 
Eating fruit,
My lines take root and offshoot
Thru the gardens of ur mind,
Verbal vines entwine behind your eyes,
Behind the lies is where I reside,
With a marajuana plant as a shrine,
Place a huge spliff between my two lips,
Inhale and blow out hang out with the roses and tulips, 
And bluebells smoking blueberry,
Wasting thyme with the baby of rosemary,
I spit red pepper and split the red sea
Open sesame
Open sesame seeds,
Money doesnt grown on trees, 
God didnt make that seed,
Your better off trying to pay me in bay leaves,
The parsley passed me, and then asked me,
Why the fuck is mustard so nasty?
I had a double date with a date and cinnemon,
Went cinema but dumped them both for peppermint,
But I still have my bit on the side,
My lovely coffee bean she keeps me up all night,
Shes got a good heart cos she never hates,
Thats because she keeps away from sour grapes,
Playing kiss chase with a greengage,
Oregano, correander and sage,
I chuckle with the huckleberry, suckle on the honeysuckle and cherries,
Drawing straws with the strawberries
God gave me of love to use, for the passion and even ugly fruits
Having orgies with the oranges,
Return of the macadamia, Mark Morrison
My origin? a place called Earth, whos fruit are we? we all came from the dirt.
Didnt we?
My dreams as tangable as tangerines,
They taste sweet, very juicy

This verse is to DITC's "Day One" Instrumental

Verbally hypnotic, and ambitious
Verbally very vicious, on contact
My compact disk is delicious...
Sound is nutritious...
Verbally filled with vitamins...
It'll poison your blood stream
Verballly virulent place none above me
Either love me or hate me
When I ride on tracks even God cant de-rail me
All hail me, verse drops like hailstones
Posess a sick flow each verse a gemstone.
...I got more bars than bar codes
...Your bite aint worse than you bark though
The bars I bestow explode on a track
Im relaxed off budda sacks
On point like thumb tacks
...You get a thumbs down cos you sound wack
 Im a new found fact placed on wax
I belch tear gas, and dislodge ear wax,
With a soundwave, but you cant surf it
Yeah you sound brave, but the truth will surface,
I protect my brainwave with an iron curtain, and an iron fist,
The top spot keep an eye on it, cos im soon to occupy it
Try and resist, I wouldnt advise it
Cos it belongs to me truthfully, dont deny it
The key to the city u better hide it, cos if i find it,
The hip hop residents are gettin evicted,
And the locks changed in a hot miniute,
The palace belongs to those with hot lyrics,
Hence ur not in it,
dont even pay a visit,
Betray raps loyalty get thrown in the streets,
Im part of raps royalty my thrones in the streets


This one is to 1st Down's "Front Street" Instrumental - This one I call "21 year old heart beat" or "21 Karat"

The begining is where I'll start
From the first beat of my heart
The bright spark  within the dark of the womb
A 9 month living room,
A clump of cells in the form of bluebells in full bloom
Making plans in a eager way, for the world that awaits,
A strand of dna made of sugarcane
Kept safe from the worlds ugly ways in my mother's frame,
But I still wanted out to see my older brother's face,
Hurricane birth pains,
To the earth came,
A newborn given such a cool name,
Daniel James,
Richard Santamaria Lovelock, the top spot was my birth right,
Born with a birth mark, and green eyes,
Face of my mother's side, me and her look a like
Head full of hair, head full of cares,
Love, stress fear, blood, sweat, tears
Creative like my old dad,
A well known fact, is that ive always  had a love for the vocab
The pen and pad was my prosac,
Always wanted knowledge blame that on my star of the zodiac
I flashback to the days of sugar sandwiches,
Hyperactivity, and sliding down banisters,
Acting silly
Ren and Stimpy
Penny sweets,
Morning telly
As a student always hard working
Argue with teachers always got the last word in
Could follow any train of logic
Surrounded by brains of porridge, paint with my phonix,
Select scenes from my life in snapshots,
A diamond in a rough area of crackheads and crackpots
Lost souls, make the blocks cold, their lifestyle I dont want to know,
Only focus on myself now,
Im here now
Been alive 21 years now,
With deep lessons that Ive gained, along the way,
Follow the heart is the most direct pathway
Keep up ur gaurd cos I learnt the hardway
You'll learn to put them down if you let go of heart ache,
Stay true from ur first to ur last day
Stay true from ur first to ur last day
Always have always will
Deeper knowledge of self from living in hell,
Follow my family tree,
The tree of knowledge and life are on both sides of me,
A bitter sweet fruit, from three mixed roots,
English, Irish, Basque simulatanously
Mr Misunderstood is the name for me
Grown graciously
I hope fate favours me,
While Im still living
Does lady luck practive favouritism?
I guess we all do,
But its no issue
Just dont let regrets and upsets outlive you,
Your soul is coal mine,
Under pressure it becomes a treasure, a diamond in a gold mine,
It was there the whole time,
So glad I finally got to hold mine


This is to Jazzy Jeffs "Let Me Hear U Clap"

To the sound of a kick and a snair
I put the piff in the air
And take a sip of my beer
I slup it, this beat persists to insist a rhyme to be inserted
So with the flick of a wrist
I granted a wish
And planted a verse on its surface,
Press the play button, let it blossom
Reconcile with the hip hop now forgotten, 
Forgotton of, Im a cross of a molekoff cocktail with a klashneckoff,
with a dash of an atom bomb
My brain matter matters more
Lyricism with the precision of a matador
Methaphor with the force of metior
Ur beneath me or beneath the floor,
Either or
I dont speak I roar
Lion King, rhyming king,
...I am legend I am king
Lord of this rhyming thing,
Not lord of the rings,
Saturn's rings I wear as a knuckle duster,
Punchlines I supply in abundance,
I make u all dance, or at least bop your head,
Press rewind did u hear what he said? 
...Just the usual reaction to a mc that can out rap them


This is an actual track written to Rick Ross's "Cigar Music" beat

Verse 1
I whisper in the ear of a bumble bee
Tell him to go fetch a blunt for me
And tell the butter flies I want a plate of french fries when Im high
And tell the clock to not let time pass me by
Tell my breakfast to cook itself,
Drop pearls on a sheet and let them form themselves
On their own accord,
Thoughts mature and form at the speed of concord, 
They take flight when I verbalise, at the speak of light
But in the form of sound, Im flawless all around
From head to toe back up to the cuticle, 
Inherent perfection, Im beautiful,
Beatiful eat a fist full of  dollars,
Im outwitting scholars, Im outspitting poets,
Im undeniably indestructible 
Puctuate your fate with a punch to the face, I'll pummel you
Leave you shattered teeth to mummble through
Im number 1 not 2,
Its no wonder Im so wonderful
Im winter and summer too, I summon you,
To put the jewel encrusted crown on my head, sceptre in my hand,
Respect me Im the man
who no man can outspit or upstand at the microphone stand X2

Verse 2
This is hip hop honey dipped
...Beatiful the prose pugalist,  
Rhyme book holds more paper than money clips
Dont touch the microphone with those grubby mits
...Show the game some respect, pull up ur jeans, take that chain off ur neck
Substance over style, not vice versa
I dish out more beats than Ike Turner
A fast learner, absorb every lesson,
Scrutanize it, then internalize it
Let it make, not take the shape of my essence,
I make my soul scream when I punctuate a sentence,    
My pen hits the paper with a vengence,
...My soul tells me it was destined
Heaven sent militant, feathered wings in fatigues,
I smoke 16's like a stick of niccotine

    
Verse 3
Smoking weed to get high
With my 3 best friends me, myself and I
Us three, God knows how much we smoke,
Spell my thoughts with weedsmoke,
Imaginatively illustrated, I punctaute it, then I annunciate it,
If u thought Lil Wayne was amazing,
You aint heard shit like double glazing,
Troubles brewing
Visions of the world in ruins,
So God gave me breath to breathe especially for weaving words with music
Im the antoym of foolish,
Dynomite with the fuse lit
Iron Mike with a screw loose
Beats I produce, I then seduce, with a pencil,
This aint a track its a love letter on an instrumental


These verses are to Cassidy's "Between The Sheets" instrumental

Beatiful the angel Gabriel in disguise
Crystalised starlight inscripted in his eyes      
Lyrical landmine, win by a landslide,
Despositioned genetically to genocide
You have no right to live, but me I live to write 
Metaphors metamorphasise before your eyes
Any art piece, I give a heart beat,
I bequethe my favourite gold leaf to the Earths seeds,
Cremate me like a marjuana herb leaf
Im sick with lyrics, spit superbly,
I sail the seven seas, seven continents,
I can make a blind man see with seven consononts,
Life I breathe into lyrics and sculptures,
Im the wickedest sculptor,
Cos I'll have poems living amongst s live amongst us, in high numbers,
In the most vividest colours,
Heaven sent common sense, benefit from us, quick!
Before we're trapped in the darkness of closed eye lids,
Nephilim hybrid,  with excellent rhyming,
My elloquence is electrifying, 
Poetry I pen is at its pinacle,
Poetry that you produce is pitiful
My paragrpahs are plentiful, beautiful, beatiful,
Basically my lyrics are lethal dude! 

I mixing paint in the paint pots, with blood, sweat, tears snow sleet raindrops,
I brushstroke a much loved quote
I dont wear gold chains I chainsmoke,
I wear saturns rings on my finger
And the astroid belt to keep my jeans up
Im a millenuim your a millimeter
A millipede vs a meat clever, supreme dream weaver, 
If u want  lyrical fitness Im the gym teacher
God as my witness Im the grim reaper,
I can give an elephant amnesia, and  make a hyena wail,
Punching punch lines so many times I broke a nail,
A playwrite with the appetite of a killer whale...
Gramma caramelised, with cream inside,
Dousted in spice, making 1 bar twice as nice,