Chemistry
I ease through the cranium, rhymes made of titanium,
I advise, watch your eyes, coming with mercury and uranium.
Open wide, bout to pour out peroxide, on people cuttin’ up,
Actin’ a fool, middle aged dudes stuck in junior high school,
Some even elementary, now they’re cool, school is a federal penitentiary.
I’m not done feedin’ yaw the O2, breathe in what I’m saying,
Let me grab some H2, add the O, my lyrical calcium make your bones and mind
grow.
No more potassium coming out you trained primates, your rhymes make,
Me wanna throw chlorine, in your poor rhyme scheme.
Make your eyes burn, and learn, not to agitate this hot nickel,
Silver lead, through you wear wolf heads, changing your form,
To try to be the norm, not original, it’s pitiful.
Lithium, in your system, my piss come, in every acidic shade,
To let go on cats that want to be arcade.
Playing silly games, thinking you the highest scorer,
You come for the, adventure, while other people trying to eat, and
Leave an impression, on what you’re digestin’.
Cyanide, arsenic, pick your poison, I’m all of it,
All the shhh, whatever you callin’ it, they not touchin’,
The concussion, mental percussion, in my instructions.
Too much sodium, table salt, in your talk, spit dry,
I sit high, with my, eagle eye, on an evil guy,
Ready to put sulphur, on my culture,
So I release the CO2, put too much bad air in you.
Only I can, withstand, with this hand, create a mighty blow,
To show, no more drama, I’m a comma, creating space,
Between my words and the kiddie rhymes you trace,
Embrace, every element, to make your lyrical existence irrelevant.
My settlement, on God’s green, house effect,
Ultraviolet rays from my intellect, another black prospect,
Call me LeRob James, call me names, similar to greatness,
A newfound element in your Chemistry book pages.
Copyright © Robert Chapman | Year Posted 2007
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