Word Combat

Word Combat

The bar compositions are misleading like getting the wrong directions. Yea the skateboard flow since I grind hard while striving for perfection. The verses are armor piercing so my pen writes with hollow points therefore, you're going to need protection. Hip in and ride with me... My vim is dip in Teflon which makes the persona bullet proof. My word artillery reputation proceeds itself, every time I go back to the grindatory I put holes in the booth. I'm always shooting you the facts like tray four on the Celtics, now call my flow the truth. Its nunchuck penmanship as the metaphors twist and turn your mental. I'm novelist now decode DE Vvinnci's work while my transcriptions are etched in your subliminal. Sublimely surfing your brain waves while my darts are playing target practice. Its the prickly flow which leaves spikes in your thoughts like spikes on a cactus. The missiles I spit are heat seeking for the haters and the missiles give them the chills when they hit meet at the northern top of an atlas. Verbal abuse I give it with no retaliation, no responses please to save your humiliation. You guys have that narcoleptic flow its bedtime like laying on a mattress. Fake dudes and fake females, actor or actress...? I give you grenade bars with no practice. Rubix cubely launching an array of colorful bars. Scorch and scold leaving third degree burns, my thoughts cut and stick like ninja stars. Astronomically abstract, acapella bars with gravitational power, keeping people grounded from a far. Call it unearthly, the fiends call it the red rock because my origin is from mars. The body count continues to grow but they can't convict because my pen is outta this world. Consistently levitating above people's heads since my thoughts stay in the clouds. Constantly changing the verbal artillery, my word onslaught echoes loud. Game over, I spray you insects with that black flag. RIP haters, my pen illustrates your body bags.