This one is inspired by the song "Marshall Mathers" by Eminem
Like Unexploded Ordnance, I'm underground waiting to blow up ordinance, blasting through your poor defence and shattering you like ornaments when they enter me in tournaments
There's entropy in store for gents, I'm disorder heavy with the lyrics, they've never seen someone this ordinary spit a limerick, until I enter the lab and put the pen to the pad and roast this broad and petty little cynic
Rappers like me are finite I shine bright, if your spirit doesn't break when facing me in this battle for the limelight then maybe your spine might
How people can blow up spitting mumbo jumbo while I get nowhere with these bars as hot as gumbo is a mystery that could stump Columbo, out cast like Dumbo, I'm a motherfucking diamond inside of a diamond like the logo of Umbro, I should have the game under my thumb bro but instead it's in the hands of these fucking dumb hoes that come slow to battle me because their feet are so cold that they've got numb toes
It's some low that the game once dominated by people spitting fire, has turned into a hostile landscape where lyricist like me are now pariahs and rappers nowadays have songs like Mariah's, dire lyrics on a beat that attracts all the buyers and just like Mariah they never know when to retire, they will keep going as long as their shitty songs popularity is getting higher
I ain't having my rhymes flipped on me, I made the citizens of Krypton flee, I've got my shank gripped strongly so you'll get shivved on three and iced like Lipton tea
One, two... you already know what I'm gone do, so instead I'll kill you with these rhymes sweeter than fondue, you best prepare to get swept by this verbal monsoon, looks like your rap career has started and ended in one room
If you participate, a diss awaits that will eviscerate and dissipate anyone on this estate
You try to battle me? Prepare to be burnt to embers, I'll tag your ashes up with "please return to sender" I'm a career ender, irrespective of gender your chances of survival are slender when I put you weak rappers in a blender, dismember your crew's members and sell your tender remains to a blackmarket vendor. The effects of your three day bender this December will render your drunk ass with no choice but to forfeit and surrender
I'm accepting any offer to battle so fuck around and find out what I do to rappers who walk on down this blind route
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Hip-Hop 50th Anniversary Celebration
شِعرHere are a few poems/ raps written in the styles of some of the songs and artists that inspired me to write rhymes! There's even a couple of skits thrown in for comedic relief as well as to appreciate the fine art of skit making on Hip-Hop albums T...
