An old verse (very old).
My context is con like conduct, encoded wit lyrical conglomerate comrades
So I come with rap, more words than computers compressed
Compounded in a coalition of con rap, so I stun back –no gun yes
You're gone yes; or should I say ‘went’, my pen itches, ink is syphilis like bitches
Lyrics are mysterious, minerals embedded in this lyricism, being vicious
I rap so easy, my bars are cheaters like a mistress,
Your facial features will be a miss match, so sit back and enjoy my shit yes
I architect your face when I arch without a tech and go archangel
On your set of bones, your organs will become orphans embodying another home
Your blood loss looks grown; so my pen game will show
How real emceeing should be done, call me out and you’ll get hung
You’ll run like a phone after getting called
The game is filled with whores like a betting stadium with stalls,
Like Icarus’s wings you will fall, playing FIFA is the only time when you ball,
Call me a cesarean; ‘cause I dodge those pussy rappers (pause)
You focused on green like vegetarians, my knowledge wider than you wussy rappers
Integrity number one; intrigue listeners not like you lame pushing rappers