I Am Born
• Written by cloudedthought
You blunder i sunder the game apart and conquer
An armored pen martyr with precision of an archer
I barter emcee hearts and harbor incisions with wit sharper
Then the tools used by barbers plenty of dexterity
Call me Peter Parker attacking with speed and prosperity
Compared to me there is a great disparity between me and you
He was born hard as concrete and grew to be sick as the flu
I drew the two pistols and shot through your crew "pew pew"
Like Dead Pool. Ive checked fools since grade school and stayed cool
On the page i make you look like a fool with much power i rule
Make your girl drool then take her back to the crib
Show her the tool, Bang her, and shoot her in the back of her wig
I emit acid you hear these kids? Spitting from these reverential lips
Witnesses see the genesis of a rap nemesis
Dope phonic menaces were spitting competitive
Against the prejudice bloody knuckles wearing no necklaces
Poems are commemorative we reap the benefits
Tucked a sensitive discredited emcee back in bed
My senses are telling me i scared these pretentious
Cocksuckers who call themselves rappers with these sentences
The penance of adolescents is often met with resentment
But the essence of todays youth is different from our parents
The earth crumbles underneath my feet
Occurrence of a rumble between me the pen and sheet
And the beat and 3 that aren't me will meet defeat
Turn you thorough bred(bread) rappers into shredded wheat
A storm comes thats me sleet and hail hailing over the streets
Strong enough impale human meat and concrete
A fleet of seething emcees greet the new elite
Giants dwarfing the petite rappers their careers i delete
I got machetes in my melodies that are nuts as testes
Someone get me a priest me and hip-hop are about to marry
A beast that treats cheats like beets to eat
17 years old and I've already peaked unfatigued
At least i know that ill win every beef piece by piece
I unsheathed the cleaver and cleaved these overachieved
Emcees clean in half and squeezed their lungs as they wheezed
On my behalf i deceived all that doubted me
And feast on these rappers and heaved sleek on these beats
Impressive lyrics with no digressive gimmicks
Aggressive critics know these expressive mystics
Successfully lift their spirits
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cloudedthought
Member since February 17 2014