My wordz lab-by-rinth around your extravagant views…
Lost in tha rhyme, I’ve embossed tha mynd…
Often at times, tha thought’s just a line…
I know you fight to rewind, you babblin’ fools…
You’d lose all of tha treasure just chasin’ a jewel…
I’ll burn you to ashes…give you tha tongue of fire in Damascus…
Without practice…I’ve mashed tha masses…
Masterfully, I'm breakin' you down by patterns...
That actually...target the smallest of atoms...
With minimum gauge...I'll split you in a rage...
before a page...I'll send you back to minimum wage.
To grovel and grope in tha midst of genius…
Contemplating how all of a sudden your pockets became greenless…
A new moment of clarity through your despair…
Realizing you rarely hit me with flair…you steer…
Clear to near-miss me in air…distraught with fear…
You wipe tha tears…and stare…
Speechless…and your befuddlement made you peepless…
Still you swim all alone in my deepness…
My flows alone expose your weakness…
SKUUURED…from tha way I bend tha wordz…
With creativity…no one believes I made labyrinth a verb…
Tha shortest line I fold on tha bar…
Got enough tread for four tires to cars…
An’ I’m not going toooo far…I’ll run you over…
Then step in my Land-Rover…sayin’ I told ya…
You’ve been jipped…return tha game they sold ya…

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