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Been a while since I randomly wrote something.



Explosive! Like the Human Torch at Hank Hill's job.
With spontaneous combustion, I let my skills rob
the average emcee of their relevance. They get no reverence,
cuz they claim to be the s**t, but we see no evidence.
Big mouths, big words, but they ******** up the meaning
with warped view points that's self-demeaning
to the art they claim. Bringing shame to the game.
Say they're scorching, but they must have an invisible flame.
I only spit from the heart, so my s**t's more authentic
than the next cat, who's spittin' like he's autistic.
Mumbo jumbo left and right, random rhymes mixed like gumbo.
So when it's time to deliver, the message gets blocked like Mutombo.
But me, my s**t's clear and fires straight in ya ear,
whether you like it or not, like Anna Nicole's career.

Just have fun with it, man. You'll progress naturally the more you do it.


Lyrical political, but still rap's literal pinnacle.
Doubt my writtens, you must be the illiteral cynical.
Got the fundamentals down pat, now expressin' my skill
with excessive force to hold you captive against thy will.
I still hold the game in my clutches like I caught-a-lateral,
to flaunt in the faces of you congruent quadrilaterals. (Squares)
I'm not Ricky Williams, but I'm here to burn ya green
til it's spent. Down to the lint, just to turn ya fiend.

stare