Lyrical Prodigy
 

I'm the Lyrical Prodigy
I'm the Lyrical Prodigy
Yes I'm the Lyrical Prodigy

And one of the hottest commodities
Though I'm thought of as sordidly
I will always and continually
Be the one behind the curtains in this monopoly

That I call life
Which is in no way a trif-
Le
But that's no reason to pick up a rif-
Le
Or to act spite-
Ful

Towards those with more but are less deserving
So sit back, relax and take an enormous serving
Of my words that reach from Funky Town way past Irving

To the brink of humanity
Contemplating how candidly
My rhymes seem to the unready
Lost souls who so quickly
Say I'm walking a fine line between crazy and insanity

I can't help but laugh and smile
Cuz the looks on their faces make it all worth while
Then I realize they'll neva comprehend my style

I don't know if that's a blessing or a curse
If it helps me out or only makes matters worse
But the negativity and doubt has the Sprite effect and quenches my thirst
To go out above the rest and be ranked first

Ahead of my idols Eminem and Pac
Leave the whole world in awe and shock
When I take control and put the game on lock
Make more money wit my rhymes than investin in stock

Trying to improve the conditions
Then soothe all the women
And it behooves you to listen

While I talk, not preach
Suck up the meaning like a leach
Though it's not my job to teach
How to raise your hands high and reach

For the stars
Realize it's not all about fancy cars

Or any other materialistic object
All that aint my style and I'm not subject
To any of it

Which is why I'll keep on write-N
And rhyme-N
Despite them
Hate-N

Cuz I refuse to be detered
And from now untill the end of time wish to be reffered

To...as the MJ of rhyme
There will never be another like me in any life time
So please don't make comparisons of any kind

That may sound mean but it's true
I'm not tryin to intimidate just give you a clue
I'm sorry if anybody believes me to be rude

I can't help but be myself
Travel amidst the immature in complete stealth
Never place my desire to write on a shelf

Cuz the day I stop is when hell freeze over
And luck is no longer associated with a four leaf clover
Cadillac starts makin gangsta Range Rovers
As I refuse to give up, give in and roll over

naw i wasnt feelin this one to tough. it was to elementary, in terms of writing elements, to me. I was feeling a vibe of conceitedness from this piece. then u made a complete 180 with this: Trying to improve the conditions
Then soothe all the women
And it behooves you to listen

While I talk, not preach
Suck up the meaning like a leach
Though it's not my job to teach
How to raise your hands high and reach

For the stars
Realize it's not all about fancy cars

Or any other materialistic object
All that aint my style and I'm not subject
To any of it

that passage completely contradicts everything u said b4 that... and it seems more like an open mic than a poem to me. i got this feeling from the way u tried to use wordplay and metas.

yea i see wut u sayin...iz more of a spoken word piece than a poem but i still see wut u sayin.

daaaaaaaaammnnnnnnnnnn

(haha)

Yeah man just givin some feed-back, back like I promised!
Well, this is more Spoken Word than a poem. You need to like, up your vocab.
Over all i felt the emo and see talent that some people are not blessed with.
YOU never put YOUR pen down.. keep writing..
Sweft