In Response

I’m still at it. illmatic. religious with a pen Like a nun with a bad habit. Read between the lines, I mainline ink I’m an addict. I’m not your regular average I’m a caveman, a savage. Smashing with a passion Til the paper gets ravaged. Writing on automatic My autobiographic Contains graphic rap tactics My train of thought Is Confucius And Masters of the Arts Of Asiatic My Memory photographic The talent of my competition Sporadic And spastic Rhyme skills more fake Than augmented chests made of plastic My furious five Will eat you alive Like dinosaurs Straight from the Jurassic I don’t mean to be rude Got a bad attitude Not one for carrying a tool I’d rather bat splatter a dude That one yak yakkity fool Test me to press me You’ll lose more than your cool Hanging em up in suspension Back to the classroom for you I’ve had it with you This is real writing No one writes to be cool What the F is the matter with you I’m gonna damage another amateur Thinking his WordPlay is on point I live and die within these lines Writing verses in cursive While you overlook the point So let me explain This isn’t a game. Welcome to my forum of pain I learned to smile in the jungle While living everyday in the rain You can’t stand the pressure In the places from which I came Pressure creates heat I’ve been refined in the flame Been refining my name My bloodline is Royalty I’ve learned And turned loss into gain So quiet down And stay outta my lane You’ve now been introduced To the mind of king James