Just wrote these bars out of boredom.
Wrote it on the -black republican- instrumental, flow might fall off on some points though...
Graphical lyrical lyrics on a page filled with ink
Miracle physical limericks with rage and in sync
Pencil gets slain yet the veins bleed in vain
Phantom like way of fading away invading the main
Sentence while I enter the embedded room of the maze
I amaze even the centre curve of the padded room caged
Inside my bars I write with a sage like way that waves
Away the way the others spit I may sound cocky and shit
Arrogant and charismatic at the same time when I write
Aristocratic and magic in the same rhyme inside one line
No insider will ever betray the kingdom of my note book
‘Cause my words and verbs are like x rays beyond the looks
Of normal human understanding…they roll at frequencies
Which are frequently opposite of under so they are standing
At a quay at a deck of a ship which is headed to heaven
Steady and hectic while they rhyme they behead the demented
And elect the next victim with a precision of a surgical
Vision on a patient with no patience they do a vertical
Incision with the mission to envision my recovery
Of this sickness which I have inclining the poverty
Of having a flaw inside no side of my could possibly
Decide to reside to the other side so....I’m optically
To far to be seen and to rare to be called a normal human
Yet I’m no machine I’m something you can call a new man
Seldom loosing always boosting my self up while I’m boasting
And toasting with my reflection ‘cause the only fraction of loosing
I will ever see is when I look in the mirror and the only actions
I do not justify are the ones my pen nullifies which are the ones
The losers clarify as theirs with a function of non proper
Lyricism it’s terrorism in the form of killing hip hop
So I form the mission of a crew missing fake swagger
So we can orbit the vision of rap trough a true manner