I was once a slack jerk and a fat perp
Which made my my back hurt
Was socially smothered and covered in dirt & disaster
Because at first, I was nervous
To emerge from subsurface
So I began to disperse verses
AFTER I conversed with words from the dictionary
Which helped me get my diction scary
The frictions dairy, like lactose
And so my rap flows
Are only understood by those THAT KNOW
The hyper vigilant Gnosis of Apotheosis
All the while spewing bile yet reaching for the pinnacle
Possibly in need of a miracle
Or am I just being cynical?
Yet my life position is pivotal
My name has been acclaimed critical
Was overly sober yet a verse would burst through the seams more spiritual
A MUSSE MAGE with no rage yet a sagacious page was scripted
Quickly written yet simultaneously encrypted
Via highly spirited hieroglyphic lyrics
To have young and old souls uplifted
Knowing some flows grow verbose, but always verboten
Souls spoke flows so molten
Communing with ancestral souls olden
Yet here I be, free to decree to a degree
That my opposing flows composed are golden!