Open Run Sessions

Sneak Dissing

Sneak Dissing

These poets trying to write about me

But I love this community

The moment you have my name in your vocabulary

You better use it properly

I'm God's Property

Part of a Nu Nation

A generational curse breaker

You're more faker than the faker

Here we go again

I hear the subs from amateurs

Thinking they have something grandiose with their pens

Attempting to bring the vibe to all of you

And you're supposed to bring it back to a session?

When will you all admit

That slogan is depressing?

Put me in a room full of gardens and gardenias

I'm slaughtering all the snakes in the grass

Let me compare this truth

To the compartmentalization of these bars

Script soundful similes like double entendres meaning more than two things

Sneak Dissing

Why be sneaky to diss me

Just admit you're a fan

Just admit you have nothing better to talk about

The moment I step into places, stages, and spaces

It goes 95 South

Your plagiarism is louder than Melania biting of Michelle Obama

It lives in your writing loudly

Roaring like a lion

But just kidding like J.K. Rowling

You the bestest huh?

You need direction, huh?

You need Jesus to take over your life

But you're living a life of fallacy huh?

That's not something someone who claims to be royalty would do

Should do

Could Do

You dared me to respond heavily

Watch when I do so

You'll turn into stone and blow up like Medusa

I act up

Spark flames

Give out pain that sits in the Naismith Hall Of Fame

I don't even need to call you by name

Because curses create controversy

I want God to bless me

The moment I left

He enlarged my territory

I feast on your epithets like its Sunday Service

Spitting steadily like pastors preaching a sermon

You dirty vermin need therapy

After these bars go over your head

Go back to the drawing board

Start using your pen not your head

Think carefully about your next response

This warning shot will set up a piece that won't be nonchalant

I'm going at your spirit

Ripping through your doors and floors

I'll be the reason why you want to stay home

And not continue your tour

Bam

Smoked them

Bam

They are choking

Bam

It takes only an appearance to be spoken of

Hostility never wins battles

The environment only changes the direction of the war

They sneak dissing

When I already out wrote them

Flow bolstering through church pews

Foot tapping finger snapping

Making them want to think of being in a whole new world

Jumping Jafars juking Aladdin

Repent now and all will be well

The next time you diss

Be sure not to sneaky

Your career will be over before it gets started

And I'll be ending it quickly

Before I forget

I don't pander

I poet

I don't beg for attention

I command it the moment I step in the room

Who really wants the smoke with the fire starter?

I want you think before you compose a poem targeting me

Ask what Jesus would do

Ask if this is what.......

To be continued