Cypheric Fluidity

Let me begin using the word superfluous not supercilious
I'm not a silly mist, playing with putty
I find it funny although I'm serious
Multiple personas trapped in a single avatar
I always 'have a bar'
Actually my helix is twisted to make me super fluently gifted 
To have minds shifted, as I rip shyt, although others are lifted
My personality is multiplistic in rhythmic linguistics
And I've got an elixir of OCD & ADD mixed with 
A personality addictive
Not really concealing the predictive
Personal infliction, is my affliction
Not a contradiction, but its my prediction
That I'm addicted 2 diction
Forever my mission no longer wishing
But dishing a benediction 
Over my 'old self' crucifixion
What you see now is not made of fiction
Although I cause friction, because I have no restriction
This overly wordy person is not just a depiction
My old self got on my nerves as he was the worst
I suffered psychological malnutrition
Thus my daily emission is vasoconstriction
Coercing arteries to impart a part of me
And though my flows composed are exposed wholeheartedly
I chose to not disclose those cold parts of me
It's startling, my weaknesses were starveling 
As I perfected my prose and was clothed in grammatical armory
Now I go targeting, not really marketing my artistry
But the need to share my life highs lows
Love & despair were forever there
At least the inner beast can feast on beats 
And I no longer feel a heart as cold as the arctic seas
All the while my rhyme schemes I continue chartering
I'm into the BOOM BAP, not gloom rap
And not bombastically verbally worsening my internal hurt
So I escape this mindscape with an escape pod
In my realm, elm is on the helm I am a literal literary god
Call it odd if you desire
But I surpassed kingly sires and obviously a squirrely squire
So I rap to rip entrails, and end tales as I notice those locusts
Playing hocus-pocus with chemtrails
So I bend words to offend nerds as time transpires
I continue to spit fire 
As even the universe through my verses conspires
To raise, my spinal vertebrae through kundalini released in beats
Hence I secrete lava flows, although I'm opposed to foes
I was chosen, so I'm supposed
To grab nemesis enemies and turn them to effigies effortlessly
Expressing eric lee effectively through linguistic energy
But never mind, I will no longer waste any time 
Trying to open the eyes of the blind
Because at this point in time
Their blindness is a willful state of mind to remain in bondage confined
And I have too much to say and stipulate, even shyt you hate
But I prefer to deter and infer a mystical blur 'you heard'
Not seen, obscene topics from cities to tropics
I was force fed reality at 6 yrs
Aged with raging tears, anger & fears
Guess you can say that forced open my optics
Now I drop knowledge through Gnostic Coptic
As I concoct quick to slop shyt
As I drop a multitude of cosmic comets
Forget opinionated comments of the global state economic
I've got nothing in common with a doubting Thomas
But I continue to promise that my soliloquies & sonnets
Will forever be beyond earthly or cosmic
Hardly for profit, although a prophet
Suffering tribulation & pain 
That is anatomically and subatomically chronic
I need to dispel, heaven & hell
Before I continue to vomit another sonnet
And burst open your epiphysis pineal socket, and cause conflict
With anyone to whom I pay my respect & homage 
With droplets atomic

~SkTzO~