The Epiphany (Beat Challenge Fre...

My life is clean since y'all popped off like bubble of soap

your ship sailed off thought that it would come but it won't

sipping pulp from the lemons, spending my summers alone

now they send me love when i don't give a fuck anymore

you don't choose to stumble from stones but to lurk in the hopes

they picking up colors to coat, i furnished my home

my purpose is to see myself don't know whats up with them hoes

don't mean to be curt (Kurt Cobain) with these words

but i want the teens to smell the soul

and know you got this, we rise and fall like stock markets

no matter what happens

i'll rap in battles cause thats my worship (war ship)

so i strike 'em like a sniper got a wide range like panorama

and catch a prey spirit creeps through the morbid

rap endures hip hop so its evolution's a hot topic

i learned the logic and wrote a book like Charles Darwin

that means i'm sequel to whats equal to what legends frequently do

after i was taught how not to give a damn to them chemistry books

and them high school girls so cheap

i could buy 'em for an empty fool's cap (foolscap)

make 'em watch tutorials

on how charlie's sexy ass (Charlie XCX) could boom clap

new school's whack, so they bump on lifetime vacation

trying to protect the frontier but your rifle lies in the basement

Since 14, a focus of laser and my mind a ray gun

pouring beams at my aim inflated cause i'm blowing up impatient

causing volcanic eruption cause from bottom i came big

so my persona's a formula for you to be naturally drained

my delivery leaves a pale stain like Dale (Steyn)

on the rappers who be auto tuned to sleep i keep 'em up and awake

too much caffeine the cup runneth with tea, pain (T-Pain) in my brain

blood's rushing through my system

might just blast some little vein (Lil Wayne)

but you ripping them oldies from the ages when Flintstones be

and since i'm prime (prhyme)

i got courtesy for them like Royce (da 5' 9") feels

so if i sound foreign to y'all homies, you better import me

'cause i ain't done kicking your ass

like you being interviewed in the Roadies

cattle trying to eat my crops so all i'm left is to grow weeds

that are poisonous to these goats and sheep

like lobed leaves of an oak tree

i came with high spirits like alcohol and Ouija boards

leading the dark shades, like Edgar Allan Poe tree (poetry)