Demomen

I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,

Before I was bawling at night, the warmth and the sky were my fondest respite

now I'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

They got off, and started to smite, I dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

They taunt me in spite, I verbally bomb, carnage in pints with tommies at hype-rspeed

They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me

It's vital to keep your vinyls in a cipher or I will rewrite your tried flows

like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

Any time you inhale is your last, you might know, cause I take away breaths

Don't contemplate or lapse, pay attention, sense the frayed tension,

any phrase mentioned's meant with grave intentions,

Cause I grate every sentence with hate and vengance

Once, I Used to be granted patience and imagination,

till desperation invaded and made it step away stunned

with the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

of rage as it paved the way in the distance, caving in pavement

all bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

gauges in each chamber Facing no risk or danger, it begins to take

over the whole head space saved for major

inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity

it beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when I rest in peace buried

Now that I have kept this beast, so why not let up, no longer enemies, we can be,

friends in peace, flow along the melodies, sanity and madness see, it stands as blasphemy

But we blend with ease, eternal affinities to render entities senselessly dense in deep

thought, Rend their beats to tender meat if enemies ever beef, but they a nest of sheep

acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

That you see is exactly why I feel this angst indeed, These pangs in me that angrily

Strangles teens, who pretend to beat trends and be cleansed of these felons who clambered

to be emcees with no embers or members to represent, Time to reprimand,

with these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

Stop begging for Benjamins, beget your recompense and Start wrecking shop with

hip hop's tip top gentlemen demomen,