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Rap Slam Your Mothers A Man
The elements that feed
gave me special needs,
I can’t write or read or do my abc’s,
I can’t count to 3 but you had best believe,
I receive the signals from your body,
that’s my hobby,
when I look I see,
what your intentions be,
intimidation seeps
need to see me weak
wishing to see me beat
I see it on repeat
from entitled freaks
self conscious geeks
mind games for weeks
towards a victory
then the end defeats
because you went at me
I first played this game in my infancy
you thought you were first
with your books and words
but you mistook this verse
and now the bubble bursts
intellectually cursed
your amazing brain
playing the same old game
gonna bring you shame
it’s the same again
those physically inferior
can’t challenge me
must be superior
and attack mentally,
that’s insecurity,
trying to prove a point
without moving joints
but if I’ve the stupidity
and dumb be me
why in the world do you expel energy
so that people see you get the best of me
are you that needy
when apparently
it’s so easy
wasting effort on what will be inevitably
a certainty, to happen eventually
only for you to think of it as a victory
you seem thick to me
an audience stood clapping
you can’t embarrass me
I make that happen
I’m a tragedy
and just for clarity
you’re a calamity
think you’re good at hiding things
no, not nearly
fingers wearing gold carat rings
from a charity
pinky swearing it’s authentic bling
pigs defying gravity
the elements failed your developments
by all evidence proud of your malevolence
you fail your facade
your true irrelevance
life is hard
failing measurements
short of standard size
I’m hung like elephants
you’re not the king of kings
with a pair of silver wings
flying by the Burj Kalifa
an attention seeker
submerged in metres
of sewage water
exposed like FIFA
dumb fat and shorter
trying to beat me
because you know I beat you
though I don’t compete too
when I’m not beneath you
I have no need too
I determine my value
confident and conscious
it’s hidden from view
armed responses
I’m the rival
of entitled monsters
raised delightful
clueless, bonkers
light like nightfall
self praising plonkers,
I have these special needs
adhd, an oppressed depressive
with anxiety
you think you’re blessed
but comparatively
you’re a stress head
and it’s unsightly
can’t handle pressure
while I impressively
become forever better
than you will ever be
and if I am special
then you are needs
Copyright ©
Nick Trim
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