HIP HOP HOMILY

This Masters peace
Is his masterpiece
As Zoroaster speaks
His disaster peaks
Thus, much faster bleeds
Then he can raster creeds
As this verbally disturbed
Word Blaster eats

Chasmic syllabics
I'm like a pastor
And my pasture feeds
And my past is vast
From fast decisions done haphazardly
But now I act & react with mastery
After first being immersed in dirt
Then emerging
A demiurge of verse gradually
That enacted tact factually
All the while my style
Is organized and filed
Under organic practically

Proactively reacting
At lifes strife and catastrophes
Observing subsurface serpents
That are the dastardly acting bastardly
Tragically exacting
Their globally ignoble fallacies
But I continue crapping
On tracks quite masterfully
All the while I'll continue to be titled
And called Master Lee!

~SkTzO~