conception, birth, life, then love
so good at this, i can start a verse saying "fuck the rhyme"
but i don't just fuck the rhyme, make love with lines i'm so sumblime
la petit morte, i slay your mind and then revive
accelerating your circulation, then i put your pulse on pause
in this instant she is dead, i'm a killer, sick like saw
while i'm still inside she revitilises eyes get wide, i feel like god
conception is such an immaculate act that in fact, like light it has no flaws
so awed by what i've done, tears run from my black almond eyes
no that is simply sweat, outside my mind, i cannot cry
lyrics spill out red hot, flowing long like dreadlocks
coming all of the sudden like kids born from out of wedlock
bastards like myself, born standing up straight
master of thyself,i say to my reflection every day
i couldn't have been born of love, no wedding, so that love's refuted
but i am not a person, i'm a poem, and that's undisputed
i am 16 bars, spit mean but marred by bad grammer
so i speak in slurs and slang, intellect masked by bad manners
often assumed to be the dude, who treat you rude, this makes me madder
but i just say "fuck your words" then forget her like i've never had her
see whenever you dis me, i have a quickie, screwing up your mind
now you've lost all innocence, it's food for me, my favorite kind
save your lines, i've got my own, and mine are better anyway
me and all my children, all my verses, have one thing to say
{insert clever phrase in here} and have a nice day.