Scalar

I was going the distance, tracks runnin' like a marathoner,

hopin' my flows can come in, and disturb the primo donnas,

and cause a displacement in the ocean, of this industry.

but now it's polluted, by people like me, that wrote this senseless free,

with a style that's going no where, cause I'm lackin' direction,

while others in the game develop with polygons, I still struggle with vectors

I wrote 16 lines, hopin' to make me signed, got a loathing', with 16 bytes

in the ass for every crass insult, I swear my stardom is just a crashing bulk even

At the height of my capabilities, I'm still a liability to the masses

comin' up short, too late, puberty must've missed my SSSS ms-es

I was just phonin' it in, ignoring all the bad presses,

till I'm realise that my hand is mis-dialing, twiddling my thumbs, fed up

while I sat up thinkin' stuck in my boxes, like rigarmortis just set up

shop in this coffin, restless idling, while my precious mic is in, stasis

picking it up again to practise to spit, my current degradation

was shocking, my rap skills' was so static,

my past feel like it was illmatic

, locked up like arthritis every time I write, it's

a prison sentence and I'm just hopin' this won't be the last rhyme

this authors' writing in his efforts