This one is based on "Rhinestone Cowboy" by MF DOOM
Fairly scarce emcee with tactics he rarely shares, Revilo sees rappers spitting shit that's barely theirs, it's horrible, so he kicks them in their derrières and feeds them to his scary bears
Ice in the veins, leaving crews with knives in the brains, show no respect to the body, it can rot with the mice in the drains, he preforms these lyrical miracles like Christ in the game
Perceived as a bête noire, he's a danger to society with the lyrics in his repertoire, they're as lethal as weapons are, he'll use them against you if you dare to threaten moi
Writing this memoir, he decides to launch his pen far, you won't see him writing bliss zen bars because he's lost his mind like Chris Benoit
Plotting machinations of eradications by decapitation and evaporation, then causing so much dilapidation it leads to mass evacuations
If they reach a stalemate, they'll wait, drinking ale straight until they enter a frail state
Jeepers Creepers, his unorthodox rap style is tighter than sleepers peepers, Revilo the Reaper, claiming emcee's souls like "finders keepers"
Hate when the Running mans done in gangs, he has a cunning plan to eliminate them with his gun in hand, leave them dead in the sun so their corpses can get a stunning tan
Still reaching his lyrical apotheosis, his villainy is precocious, he's so ferocious he'll inhale your ashes until he develops pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, you rappers stink like halitosis, he watches you suffer with, Osteoporosis, Nephrogenic Systemic Fibrosis, Tuberculosis and even Scoliosis, then everything will be great like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
except for these modern TikToker's dance moves which are something truly atrocious
It's something for them to work on, when they twerk it's a quirk, he's the Zircon...
Cutpurse...
Nah, nah, nah, I can't end it like that!
Can't end on an abrupt verse, he's as sharp as a cutlass but worse, he's a rap fashionista, a bit of a diva but can't stand when others strut theirs, they should be serving him like butlers, their rap styles stink like uncleaned butt hairs
Abusing his clairvoyance, he writes futuristic rhymes that rattle the purists and adds to their annoyance
The embodiment of the horror that resides in the echoes, he's here to scare the shit out of rappers rapping for pride in the ghetto
Always prepared for Mortal Kombat like Raiden, I read rhymes and grade them and if they aren't dope like mine or Kaiden's, I find the lame lyricist that laid them, slay 'em then torture 'em in an iron maiden
Tell a poor nation about teleportation, who's responsible for all the theft? All they know is the fellas Caucasian
Wether it's a barber's queue or a barbecue he'll mug and murder you, your brother and your father too, then starve a few of your crew and burn them with his lava spew
Villain, defined as a nemesis, he's one of those menaces who'll break into your premises making memories you'll dread to reminisce. No gimmicks here, he's a real life villain who only exaggerates lyrics for emphasis
In the summer haze he deserves some appraise, there's very few run aways when the gunner sprays
How much do you think his rhymes will be worth? He's on a quest to free Earth but he's in desperate need of a rebirth
The jerks gone foot first, he'll murk the berserk, he's the Zircon Cutpurse!
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Hip-Hop 50th Anniversary Celebration
PoésieHere 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...
