The Gentle Gentile, God given talent & style
Forgiven every enemy but kept them all on file
Visions prophetic, self inflicted wounds never needed the medics.
Go ahead and bite as long as you give credit
Verbals create a shield, stand behind it if i said it.
Let it be know: Only worthy antagonists were self made clones
Skill to hone, display blades through these transmitter microphones
Writing alone, push heart through my hand
Scabbed wrists when accompanied by the pen and the pad.
Fill the app of notes, encouraged by hero’s quotes
Against the grain for the oats,
Poked votes next to my name for the Illest M.C.
For me, only goal is to fulfill purpose
Keep the Lord’s commission and Commandment, My Oath.
Prove my awakening was never worthless
Break Boulders, yet I sin like an unskilled archer
Word to the small soldiers, I ensure regretless upon departure.
Keep a squeegee next to my slate,
Haven’t seen forebear since 9 or 8;
To accompany life’s journey too late!
From the womb to the cocoon in my room.
Under streetlights, latest of nights,
Weaving lyrical tapestries, Immaculately drinking T(ea)
O-N-Y, the collaboration equals the appellation, Zoning to fly.
The disciple that shows mercy to the mercenaries,
though every verse is merciless.
Use synonyms instead of slander & Cuss
Never abide by stress, nothing worth the time and the fuss.
May take a break from a beat & rhyme,
Pen turn to a swiffer and collect dust;
Till stretch, warms ups & calisthenics;
Brush off epics & Poetics.
Sharpen with waterstone,
Eased by David’s Harp for the art in my dome.
This is the start of my Ark to leave home.
Seeds sown, await harvest of The Artist.
The end of my trilogy. My Prologue for you to know me.
The Final passages of my Genesis; Can you feel this?
The End Of The Beginning; so please listen.
Modern day marvel ready to turn martyr
Never claim King Arthur but an Author
Never lie just honest, yet command comrade marauders.
Pure Ice sickle cynical rhymes,
On a bicycle wielding a cycle,
coming up with lunatic lyrics.
The technics remain relevant, elegance of heaven sent;
Dead bent of success,
Rhyme Eazy, Ruthless; Leave you Molacho,toothless.
Whether on the mic or astronomic, cancerous.
Give all yet still demanders, world overcast my plants
Shoot at my feet and tell me to dance.
Partially listen to a song & criticize, all my hardwork pushed aside;
But trained to long to bare a negative from an irrelevant negligence.
“Lyrics are dope but your beats ain’t shit”
Reason I pack a headstone, R.I.P.
I’m making the most out of what birth equipped.
Equivalent to tutincommon eating Top Ramen,
pondering the words for the rhymin’.
Slit tongue of Simon, Que Dijo Mijo?
Footwork Shinobi but roll Semi.
Decompress contenders marvelous;
Ominous onsets of poetic dominance, yet pray for tolerance.
Written scrolls encode spiritual analyticals;
Here we go: The cole that applied pressure to be a diamond.
In all my works do you get the braille?
Rhymin’ to document internal collidin’, Picked up cross & de-nail.
Describe metamorphosis through orphases.
metrical compositions, push your ear to my chest, listen
Pain pushed through stanzas & balladry, never deceptional fallacies.
Pain push pictures from headquarters;
Flippin’ rhyme dimes, nickel lines, all from penny thoughts.
Live in my soul so I never die in vain,
Slain names of profane lames,
Above the clouds and it can’t be realer,
Falling for my own words cause my speech has so much figure.
My HiStory make sure it never repeats,
Cause if it do, be the last time I ever Fuckin’ Sleep!