Got drama speakin of all of what in Shakespears Minds/
Not any playwright of the Rennaisance can combine/
The fire spit in flows, to hot to burn through those/
Every rhyme is weaved in unison, like threads in clothes/
The life we live through which, all we know is spit/
Like a broken toilet, ya mind cannot take this shit/
Spittin steady crazy but the child doesn't know/
Lyrical prowess, for display, not to show/
Seemingly unreal in the way the vocabulary kicks in/
Shakespear would be mad for all the drama iv'e been/
Maybe it seems unreal, but the rhymes are real, you know/
because my rhymes become more complicated, like explainin miracle gro/
Look very closely and you see your rhymes come out ya ass/
Genetics in any cheetah explained much too fast/
Maybe you ain't prepared, the truth too much to dare/
Because in this life, you don't need a "bus" to know how you'd "fare"/

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!