Poem - 27 November 2018, 06:10

Rap Battle Mentality

With a pen in my hand I was born savage, rhyming like I was
strapping C4’s to your Benzito’s undercarriage. My squad numbers up there like Ty Cobb’s batting average. I just barely started, you already at a disadvantage. Every phrase you hear from me is like a rite of passage. I come through rain, sleet or snow like a USPS delivered package.

I bite down on competition lockjaw like Cujo that Rottweiler. I'm a mad scientist, Young Frankenstein, Gene Wilder. I'm Metallica in a jungle, best believe that I rock wilder. Swiss Army in my back pocket craftier than MacGyver. If phat lyrics was a crime I'd be doing 25 to lifer.

Liquid Swords I'm a Genius got answers to every test. I move on y'all like I'm controlling every piece a game of chess. I Stay “Golden” in underground rap like a buried pirate's treasure chests. Each word I spit a hollow point, precise trajectory don't leave home without your vest.

Biblically speaking my name Jonathan was the grandson of Moses. Lyrically parting y'all in half that goes for anyone that opposes. When the Red Sea closes y'all will know what my flow is. In 16 bars I'll have you in chalk outline where your cerebrum metaphorically decomposes.

It's getting cold outside, y'all lucky I brought the heaters. I drop knowledge on an atheist who sides with Satan, they actually a believer. The Devil a fallen angel who became a demonic creature. Compared to him I'm a saint but I'll blow up like a Minecraft Creeper. I'm amped 2000 Watts 15” Cerwin Vega speakers. My verbal arsenal like 90s Stick Up Kids hand over your woodgrain pagers and Jordan sneakers.

Give me the mic so I can straighten them bars. Make them joints solid like building foundation rebars. Every word comes out of my mouth I'm setting a higher bar. I excel in everything I do shining brighter than my Aries constellation stars.

I special guest appearance rap battles with poetic hammers and toasters. Y'all need Urban Dictionary to understand what I'm carrying in my holsters. I'm about to armageddon y'all even with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Just remember you a slingshot with pebbles kid but son I'm infinitely hurling boulders. I'll be beating y'all like egg yolks, we battling since rugrats growing into old folks.

Every victory I get that's trophies in my clutches. With my fam I'm tighter than my dutchies. Gorilla grip a mic wrap the cord around your esophagus. Torpedo blast y'all with rhymes like underwater projectiles from a Nautilus.

Jonathan, El Poeta

Like 3 Pin it 0