The twist and the bend of the mind altering takes place within my cerebrum-

These thoughts kick in at a whim-

Speak bold when you’re in my presence because the weak I refuse to hear them-

Take a stand and shine-let your essence revere and ride away like Paul-

In the middle of my forehead is my third eye…which sees all-

Some things I say may shock and appall-

I stand tall like a mountain-spew up words like a volcano-lyrical inferno

I advise you to think twice before you deny me and the cock crows thrice-

I dismantle and rebuild these skills through rigorous drills of wordplay-

I study and obey the lyrical sensei-I spray venom in my words-

Abstract mind deeply bent and disturbed-an inward killing spree

Heightened senses reach relentless boundaries within me-

I feel claustrophobic like I live in a small, small, can-

Call me the feces because you know that’s just what I am-

Untapped lunacy causes nightmares in your sleep-

The gnashing of teeth make your eardrums swell and you scream from your dream when you enter my hell-

Thoughts propel at the speed of sound-bouncing off walls-echoes vibrate loud down symmetrically altered halls-like you see in horror movies-

The art of spoken word soothes the angry beast within me-

I am wicked and good with this-my mind constantly splits-this dangerous state of straight jacket psychosis makes my swagger braggadocios-    

The word notation and their speedy rotations keep my skill level up to par as well as my expectations-the motivation keeps me high off of this-

I proceed to bleed your mind-keep you suspended in time-feel that strain on your brain as I maim with profane strains of knowledge-

Intellectual sickness stronger than cancer-

I leave scant clues and many theories on how it feels to actually be me-

A homicidal word assassin to those tough acting like tinactin-

To drink of my medicine will make you nauseous from the adrenaline when it sets in-Don’t sample this if you can’t take being a caged animal- my brain gorges on words like a  psychotic cannibal-

Call me Hannibal Lecter-

The blood from my words fills my mouth like sweet tasting nectar-

Because for me it’s all about my inner deities-how they spins and intertwine-how I love to make them mine- Making me a lyrical god-a wordplay prince-one of the best unknown today-but will be remembered ever since-