I'm a verbal prophet, I predict the future of who will bomb shit// Inside the holy tomb of Pharoah, phonies are trapped inside of caskets// If rap has gotten to the point where rappers are fiening for inspiration// They all pray to God so that their not straining in constipation// My words carry knowledge through this nation, subliminal messages attached through all forms of creation// It takes dedication to rap with such meditation, to get soo many people moving that I spark the next generation//
But check it....//
My infestation of the mind contains combinations of verbs, nouns, and adjectives, all mashed together to preform words// Conjunctions, conjugations, and the use of Alliterations, Similes, Hyperboles, Onomatope's, with Rhymes schemes// People please, if you got the time please remember these// Rappers get so caught up in cursing, that their rhymes fade like a breeze// I see your getting blocked up...Uhhh....please brother sneeze// Spread an epidemic disease, that'll bring the audience to their's knees// No one gives a shit if your doing drugs or smoking trees// They want to be jamming in their car, hands in the air, waving their keys// It's like a jubilation, when a rapper says something to cause celebrations// Like reaching after your goal, and grabbing it when you reach the perfect elevation// I'm chasing a goal myself, but it requires concentration// Like trying to recover a rapper who suffered from verbal intoxication// Whoo that's mouthfull, you like the infiltration// The way I "Play" mind "games", its like ya brain left the train "Station"// I'm symbiotically fit with the flow I equip// Leaving you breathless and restless, trying to catch up to my rift// Like time and space, I erase, all trace, no space, left in this rhyme, for you to even bring your traits, and contend with one line// The universe is one spine, connecting like roots, and uprooting pines// That's why the sun is center, God said it's my turn to Shine// The truth/lies beneath like human bone with no meat// Trying to reach the ultimate, you're gonna have to get over your fear of speech...// HA!

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From beginning till the end/ Rap till I die and come back once again.../ - by me Flava

Whoo, that's a mouthfull, you love the infiltration// The way I "Play" mind "games", it's like ya brain left the train "Station"// - by Poetic Prophet a.k.a. Flava

Excuses, excuse this, while I abuse this, leave you toothless, and boot this, I'm Fucking Ruthless! - by Psi-Co a.k.a. Poetic Prophet a.k.a Flava a.k.a. Me