TheMadWriter

Ya'll could have clocks on your chest like Flava Flav/
You still wouldn't get the time of the day,/
Or the right of the way, understand I got light in my way/
The end of the tunnel leads to, the brightest of the days/
And as I emerge from the darkness/
Haters converge from a mosh pit/
Slowly risin but surely stalkin/
Whisperin but never talkin, runnin but they're never walkin/
Rhymes are tired but I never call em Falken/
Spit at the ground and make em dance like their waltzin, give em signs to stop and soon enough they're haltin/
Show em the shit that they are caught in, release em from the pitcher's mit then they're still hardened/
Why don't they understand that I made em?/
I created em and planned em now I have to lay em invade em.../
Ace of spades em, downgrade em and escapade em/
Bade em a farewell before I kill and tase them/
Before I dazzle and amaze em, I hate them.../
Because they assume that I am slower b.../
I don't misrepresent my shit as poetry/
Perhaps it's another form of mental gravity/
To say my shit is poetry would be a travesty/
If I came here to drop like Hovito/
To say my shit is poetry would be so incognito.../
Please yo, give me room to breathe i'm le-thal/
Give you imagery that'll leave-you, fe-tal.../
Deceitful, this game is something that'll beat you/
How could I ever say I give this my one hundred?/
When i'm 300 bars and RUNNIN rather than gunnin?/
Sonnin while i'm sittin up under the sun and/
Thinking, what if whack writers were really my son man?/
Would I shun them too? Diss them dismiss them run them too?/
It's strange, I think I need a nun/
Feelin punished yet my whole rap is a Big Pun.../
Diss me for my rhyme scheme criticism so stinky/
These niggas pretendin they can outhink me/
It's funny cuz i'll soon have more cream than a twinkie/
Call me a whack rapper but they're biased and when they're blinking/
I'm gone, I vanish soon i'll be with the 'outlandish' while they bandish and i'll be laughin cuz the shit I spit is vantage...

Why are we even fighting? I don't consider my hardest shit even my real writing....I love this rap shit it takes a mind and convictions, but really my talent lies in writing that fiction...so how do I go about people's jurisdictions? I guess I remain stupid and ignorant, sit back and light another ciggerette...maybe to calm the stress, I never smoked i'm so confused but I guess it's for the best...