IMPETUOUS
My style is an element that can turn stone into ashes. I'm proud to be a fellow man with a different mind of common sense. I have a high tolerance of intelligence that can overwhelm an elephant. I thought of this poem from my ignorance, that overtook my innocence. I wanted to be a nice man when I wrote this, but my cold heart wasn't having it. So I had to take a different approach, and play with my intuition. I have a vision of me dieing a king in my last traditions. Why do I feel witted? I don't understand the definition. I don't get it. Just know, even though my eyes are fucked, I can still see through you like a spirit. Don't play with me when I'm deep in my feelings, because I can end your world with a blank message. I would have you looking dumb by the end of the day, when I show to your place, and penetrate your renegades who try to question my inner phase. It's not a joke when you take my name, and use it for clout play. You know you can't reach my level, I'm a whole different story to poetry. I'm a NF, RapGod, psychosocial catastrophe. I feel the same way NAS is like. I'm a higher price when it comes to rhymes, don't play with mine, I'll destroy your life. If I don't respond, you're not worth my time. Don't take this personal, I'm just typing what's on my mind. I'm just a word you can't define. Don't try to sleep on me, because I'll hide up under your bed. The boogeyman may not be real, but know my words is. To my other poets, keep dominating your shit. Always write the first thing that that comes to your mind, never second guess it. We have our freedom of speech, so let's use it to our advantage.
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