Mutant M.C. (Superflow)

I'm a mutant, my powers with words,
It's a gift & responsibility, so its my pleasure to serve,
No kryponite, when MCs bite, my rage finds a page,
Turn green with envy, then in battle engage,
No capes, masks, or technology, just wit, will & might,
I only need a pen in a gun fight,
With spectacular ebonic vernacular,
I recite lines by chapter like an actor,
Until the plot thickens,
And your heart rate quickens,
As my lyrics explode,
Blood flows out yo' nose,
Your crimson covered fingers shake,
As you realize your mistake,
You just got served a cold plate,
My lyrics turn those who hear it,
Into stone spirits,
Dem verses curses foes like Medusa's dreadlock hisses,
Injecting venom from hollow fangs like Vampire kisses,
No antidote against my lethal rhyme quotes,
Splitting dome pieces like ripe cantaloupes,
If magazines still sold, this might be a Source quote,
Alas Print & Hip Hop are dead, only PoetryVibe.com reads what I wrote.