Been a while since I dropped some shit; feedback appreciated as always.
Note: This started of as a diss, though I felt someone should be the bigger man...So I decided to flip it up and made it into a general dissing/bragging piece..
Face Zu and you will get ate/8 when I let the tech blow
Defuse it into 2 and 6 and I’ll show; that the 26th letter kills fo’ so’
It’s the Z -like after the jigga- low riding in a lyrical row
Your autopsy will end up in being a jigalow show
Automatic psychic like trigger squeezed with one blow
I get your hemisphere to separate from your scalp bro
So scrap your crap lame excuse of being rap yo
‘Cause I ridicule fake artists with just one arm twist
Nerves command the finger to bend in with a vicious list
Call me schindler, though I don’t save jewels but I save up money
I command phrases to move, you just re-phrase comedy....funny
Re-phase your destiny; I’ll end it with a re-fill of your chest
Read skills as your analyze my verse’s depth; In fact…
My lyrical moves contact with chess, black out the squares I infect
With a precision of real rap focused on a zero point trillion step
Of lyricism baptized in oxygen from Zeus’ thunder frictions
Shot from the Uzi reversed; 'I Zu' the king of wordplay occurs
Akon label ‘em when I write a verse behind my bars; a curse
Spoken on my enemies when I defuse the lit fuse and fuse it
With a sick bruise that blew out the stick broom and used it
Dropped the R and the cartoon like explosion morphed to it
Magneto packed heat yo when I derived magnets from heat so
I control heat without actually touching it, telekinesis brushing shit
Painting a dead silhouette with a spray pen stiletto inking the lines
Chalk replaced for colourful rhymes lining your dead body’s spine
Rigor mortis occurred in force with a liver like alcohol twist
Physics offered a spliff to unloosen gravity from my lyrical feet
Sciences measured my lyrical I Q’s; not in raw ki’s but in hip hop feet
Their equipment broke up when they got in the vicinity of this rap beast
Symmetry physically explains vividly my entity’s mystery;
Misery-- feeling alone; body all shivery -‘cause it’s cold on top-
Being me is all I can do; so you can’t stop me as I lyrically evolve
And revolve around the atmosphere like the sputnik satellite
I spew sick with music I fuse spit with ammonia battle light
Fire breath flow in it; until the whole game feels what I write…