check the wordplay in this

Stroke my ego and die, apoplectic wise
Eclectic rhymes spoon feed anorexic minds
Ingest and jive, my lines dance electric slide
While live wires perspire summer sweat July
March your way? December’s mine it seems then
On the darkest of days May we blend our seasons
Fall to pieces, death’s like an end to Eden
When men Spring to life in a rise of reason
Punnishment’s reword is a tax of drudgery
So circumcised dreams bleed in laps of luxury
Can’t clean the stains, trying to change the genes
But threads of fate weave to recreate the seams
Of the seeds we sow, conceived hope an Eve ago
Grown fruits of our labor, blown from trees below
Flowed from the heart though ink aint making a stain
Knowing my name’s too dope to be taken in vein.


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