Zen State

With whatever retrospect behind my neck I’ll make you look like an insect to intersect/ I inflict and solicit my scripts strict to set out a rhythmic therapeutic antic/ While I’m poetic I’ll constrict any rap artists larynx apart the farthest/ Except for Mr Mathers and a few other charters/ I’m not temperate with with my mental temperament I’ll acclimate to this new mind state/ Accommodate and con a date that’s a flake’s pawn of fate/ Plan to take Jake for a lawn to taint like a stint to hate/ I imprint a stingy tint on the template in my zen state/ Clench my pen in a slant and fetch verbiage/ You wretch verbose flows per dosage/ This sir knows ferocious, stupendous and harmonious droves/ I throw out crows to clone arrows to burrow as it snows/ Glows to bind mind molecules as I find the mole’s clues when he said and sold his cues/ Now I have to mold new moves and stow suave in the garage/ Grind and grow my stash for a few grooves/ Growth grew gracious gaps for some brute like a spruce to juice/ I spew true truth in my troth as I trot from spot to spot/ As there’s a lot of slop to slow to a stop/ Start sprouting swift sounds and spout out syllables sporadic/ Sporting synonyms as a sin to yins/ Simply shorting the sport like an anagram organism to organize a verbal ******/ A grim grin has got you pondering gin intoxication see that pond jump on in for a spasm.