Fire Cypher
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ice cold mic hold
A flow that’s so ferocious
a Higher level focus
Exposes my neurosis
bogus amateurs are hopeless
Yoga poses lotus
Possibly psychosis
Or Musical symbiosis
intelligent my opus
intellectual Hypnosis
Rhythm in fluid motion
My style so explosive
Flammable emissions
Lead to
Combustible emotions
My mind goes higher
And so much
Deeper than the oceans
Flows quick
like oil slicks
I’m Smoking but not toking
I’m laughing my ass off
But I’m not joking
I’m beasting on a track
Red hot
Like thermal scoping
And My Word is my Bond
I roll with my dogs
fake cats and I
Just don’t get along
Your too headstrong
And dead wrong
I’ve been slept on
For so damn long
But I’ve been the man all along
And I’m writing my dreams
Scripting screams
between scenes
To disturb another’s schemes
And dreams of getting cream
Overdose on WordPlay
Like needles of morphine
That flood your bloodstream
I’m the real Dream team
But my conscience is clean
I’m outta my mind
I’m way outta line
I’m living but I ran outta my time
My blood turned to ink
And my life’s on these lines
I can’t help but to shine
Every time I write a rhyme
Step on a land mine
I shatter your spine
A thousand different lifetimes
not one that can define
The depth of my mind
It’s like sight to the blind
I’m Gods gift to women
That live knowing their fine
And the microphones mine
I’m blazing with fire
Don’t call me a liar
I’m on a killing spree
My rhymes are inspired
There will be no burial
your undesired and fired
These bars are funeral pyres
Cuz I write like I’m wired
From now until the day that
My light has expired
I’ll keep on rocking the pen
Until this Bic has retired
Your flow is too tired
I’m in Mordor with my precious
On the mountain of fire
Your lagging like Frodo baggins
And still stuck in the shire
So For those that want to test
Get lyrically bench pressed
I’m gonna be the best
I’m driven like an engine
Til the day I’m laid to rest
My soul is bulletproof
Like it’s wrapped in a vest
The best of the best
I’m in Church
Cuz I gotta confess
High Caliber WordPlay
Has put a hole in your chest
There’s simply no contest
My word game is fresh
This is checkmate chess
I bless you
And confess you
Before I lay you to rest
I laid em all down
When I came around
More than 6 feet
Under the ground
A Supersonic algorithm
Broke the barrier of sound
my gene pool is deep
you can’t swim so you drown
This outbound flight is inbound
Its an End zone touchdown
I’m invoking the right
Of standing my ground
My talent lays in the place
where Waldo is found
But I’m a proper person
So my name is a noun
I’m freaking King Kong
My kung fu is strong
I know that it’s wrong
I got Shorty soaking her thong
Cuz I said her name in a song
I hit it once in the morning
Hoping that she’d be gone
But she stayed for the day
Cuz the loving is strong
I’m sky writing my name
For the whole world to see
It’s easy for me
To be the man that you all see
All my haters stand in lines
Just waiting to be me
But I’m the only one
That’s ever doing me
So I give no time of day
Like a watch with no face
The first loser
Is the one in second place
So know your role
And know your place
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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