This is called Lyrical Stairs (Idea by McZu) We each took turns going from 2 bars to 4 bars to 6 bars to 8 bars. Each set of bars as it progresses is more lyrical then the last, and the end is a pure lyrical ending that should entice your fingers to write. First 2 are McZu, next 2 is me then next 4 is McZu then next 4 is me etc.
Lyrical stairs cutting trough the air
vivid steps formed with clouds there
a proud heir to the throne of God
honed with rods, not prone to mods
Stoned taking a walk on these steps
sky seems broken in half when you rest
fact is the latch is a gap in the hiatus
we forge the atoms, is that why you hate us?
debate this, a lyrical organism, oxygen sniffed
toxics then whiffed, get sliced for pleadin' the fifth
breathin for gifts, but you present is taken
I'll shatter you future, so you've been mistaken
Then your taken back to the past like rewind
'cause back in the days you wouldn't last 1 line
you are as clear as anonymous' reflections
from a mirror being hold by Arafat ancestor
We make it rain, thunder and storm like Ike
meaning you slip on the stairs forged with Mics
rhymes poured with hype, slice and dice tonight
fight for rights, before I recite my scrolls of knifes
tolled for life, stroll into the stairs of discontent
my disses went, my dick so big, so kiss a tenth
you miss, I went, now I'm climbing stairs of might
if your scared of heights, get the fuck out of my light
Your like a broken spot, shine stolen with red dots
rhymes rolling from the top, hoping to be stopped
butterfly effect from the gutter high until the edge
geometry inclining the end, just ask last couple lines
humble putted, you'll only shine when you reflect mine
pen will trigger the pad your head catching numbers like an antenna
ain't talking about frequencies but your blood like a red bandana
your fading away like a dimmer fuse fused with a opera phantom
like the National Anthem, I'll have ya reachin' for ya chest
not rap, I'm preachin' for the best, then I start teachin all the rest
A lyrical prodigy, an odyssey to try toppin' me, I'm droppin' knees
and stoppin' pleas, dope like poppy seeds, start hoppin' trees
from different rain forests, get pain for this, I gain cordless control
like wireless, you're fire less, just hire this, I'll kill any MC console
I pawn souls at the devils store, I'm at a level more higher then heaven
the lyrical sire of weapons, shoot eleven bullets, you end up with seven