Sample

If i bite my tongue, I’ll regurgitate what’s within;/ on the paper i display hidden thoughts with the pen/ Have them all in line. Pimping ideas;/ I’m just here furnishing your interior like Ikea./ Predicate the subject and sentence your mind for years./ The judge and jury. I hand out life like for real./ Behind bars, jewels twinkle like stars./ Cryptic lyrics high above your head like Mars./ The whole truth is 90 proof,/ yet no slurred words in my speech./ Sample sized soul food sticks to your teeth./ Break off a piece of me for every piece you read./ Blow your whole brain away./ I got a piece on me. It takes the pain away./ If it’s grief you flee, cheer is an ink stain away./ I got some Febreeze on fleek./ But I got some Gain, anyway./ Wipe the stains from your brain away./ No dirty rhymes; clean versions are like detergent./ Presently unemployed, but my rhymes are working./ On these blue assembly lines, I manufacture state of minds./ Selling my soul food plate with Kool Aid-grape and a smile./ Walk a mile in my shoes, then we can talk for a while./ I’m taking you on a journey. This trip is nocturnal./ Being a guiding light, see my dark times in my journal./ The content in these pages/ prove i don’t deserve medieval wages./ Who said I ain’t tech savvy as I approach the middle ages./ I disperse these verses throughout the universe./ Give the universe a verse,/ but I cater to humans first./ Alienate your earthbound fans from what you say/ to my quotes, which are UFO’s./ Unidentified Flying Objects blow/ past your earlobes. Subject matter goes/ past what you hear on the radio./ Rhymes hit me at high frequency quite frequently./ You’re late at paying attention. You’re paying delinquently./
Gigabytes, sink your teeth in these./ I write from the thing that beats./ In my chest, I address everything/ but the kitchen sink with these/ letters I mail to your soul./ Whoa!! It’s pretty dope how i can control/ what goes to the organ above your nose/ Do these lines like coke. Next thing you know,/ you’re stealing from folks. Stealing their focus/ away from overrated rappers with outdated quotas./ Quote a soda with a lot of fizz, but goes flat when you take off the lid./ That’s what these soft drinks are; consumed by our kids./ Minus the buzz, I’m a bud brewing with love./ A tangible sample of an unseen Man from above.