When I rhyme it's climatic
Cuz my thoughts are sporadic
At times I look like an addict
My words seem like well planned tactics
In this war of verbal magic
What seperates me and you is I can hack it

No one can ammount to my affinity
For this uncanny and eerie ability
To conjur these perfected linguistically
Words that grow in outrageous propensity
While I relay this verbal density
To those who think and act synically

When they believe they can challenge me
They force me to be serious and act callously
Even though when I rhyme I seem to act casually
So others are then consumed by jealousy
Which sooner or later leads to ecstacy
Cuz they soon realize my words are formed eclectically




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