Here goes another one... check it!

Hey yo with steady rhymes I’m confidential,
with street and net credentials,
rhyming acapella or off beat instrumentals,
of course support and help was all essential,
from old street corner mentors,
to repliers with advice to my potential,
suggesting me to modify my verbal handle/
shit gets mixed and utilized,
so now I compromise,
what some can’t ever deny/
hot shit like spicy condiments,
the type-shit that can’t be tolerant,
like milk to one lacto intolerant/
See I got it, poet shit plus some Ebonics,
quick to spray constant repetitive knowledge,
addictive shit like fresh Narcotics,
coming through to reinstate my logic…

But yo I'm tired of listeners that reprimand,
what they don't understand,
it's like they tourists up in foreign land,
they don’t appreciate the gem that’s been placed in their hands, damm/
I feel so stranded,
when they don’t understand it,
and I can’t stand it/
it’s like I’m far in some beach,
and that’s why some start to sleep,
or am I too far to reach/
beyond the oceans and seas,
in motion is this MC,
but yo who’s able to see,
this type of shit cannot be…

So yo check out my style, kinda wild,
I nurture it like a child, and yo its been a while...
since I’ve manifested it,
out of my mind like a visual of rhymes I’ve projected it,
it’s edited, yet every line connected with… a rhyme,
a run-on sentence is what I… intended,
and expected to rely on, with my verses, when I write’em,
I’m inclined to disrespect whoever finds’em,
ineffective and declines’em,
to a style that’s fucking worthless to put time-on…
yeah sometimes I write them like tongue twisters,
while some be writing the wrong interest,
this flow produces a strong incest/
yet I don’t claim to be the best,
shit I'll be part of the rest,
a pawn but still can reach to knock out kings just like in chess…

thas it for now... peace