Poetry Section

06-25 rhymes

your rhymes poorly chosen,
while mines is like,
they was composed by
a great god in the skys
that i just opened.
Ryline we reach the apex and keep going
while yall stumble,
we reproduce unlike them same sex couples.
tooned in on the mike ya boy its ryan, im
always crisp, but you know im fried.

stumbling backwards,
with a bottle of jack in my hand.
roaming around just trying to stand,
being stuck in this strange land.
pummeling rappers, i crack skulls in this rap game.
im humbling ametures and handing their asses back to em wraped in celephane.
i made that track. yeah, i'm multi-tallented
now the mask is off, and im acting candidly.
i'm taking mad acid tablets rationed by the sheet.
blasted off and never landed but im back on my feet
i keep it moving while you asleep, steady camping on my beats
makin them think. its Billy the King You can see how i keep the masses in awe
dropping bombs with my lyrical genius repatoir 13

and i dont need no reason to flex on you sheeple
i tie my dreams into the sky
and the morning breeze, best believe
you have yet to see a god,

i'm a warrior,
amped up and going deep.
my minds a little clever compared
to your anaverage diety
im a puppet but im pullling strings,
im seeing through a new eyes.
im about to be crowned your king.
but what youre seeing is (actually)
the seed of the demon
embedded inside of me.
..contractually.
cramin rhymes up in your head
its urban chi
and imma keep smokin these potent trees.