Battle Rap

intend to get read- plan it like a mars base.

he's "been black" wholly but can't fade a star's flames.

I flip it, and aint counter "fitted". but Art's fake..

I "partake" til part-aches with sharp pains like hearts break.

can't reply.. it's Hard as life..

or the ease'll support all Art supplies.

I don't even need to flip it, he's trippin'.

bet his "bark" aint as bad as his bite, like a triffid's.

I step from the void an' eat ..like it's a royal feast,

where people who're 'spoiled meet'.. like soylent green.

he's trippin.. it's forever..

"came from heaven" to gehenna.

if his "head state"s dead space,

I'll boss like it's end-game.

 

hot like I smelt lead, not like I "smell death". who're you?

that little drop's not pale horse shit. it's poodle poo.

I'd greet Death like Neat-o, coz he's dope.

and Anubis.. assuming it's off the leash though.

best add to my set;

"step" backwards like 'pets'.

should've quit it right away.. kinda late..

no point sticking the "pin" in. like a primed grenade.

 

"pull the towel out"? I won't throw the towel in.

I'll rise high and cast dark shadows.. towerin'.

like 'word is born'; I'll build and reach babel.

I aint betray the scene, I'll keep faithful.

straight from this gifthorse's mouth.. not the greek fable..

but these "baby asses sleep" ..so it seems 'stable'.

 

it's a '"family affair" with realities to share..?

sensing malice in the air when it's actually a prayer.

I've seen bare flaws; lacked the salary for chairs..

but glad to be aware, with humanity to spare.

I've battled apathy, despair, tragedies and scares..

so if it's 'Harderthanlife'.. I've practically prepared.