Took an hour to write... Enjoy :)
Poetry is an art, my imagination's the canvas.
The lyrics I breathe're pure, but bear evil thoughts of a savage.
Demonic practice; without a leash I bet I murder the masses.
But naw, see me? I'd rather chill and stay civil.
Wake up every morning, sipping tea when jotting my scribble.
So unique in such a fashion, they'll never share my potential.
They lacking pixels, while I'm spitting waves that's snapping the Richters.
What is competition? It's unheard of like Ni**as playing the fiddle.
A better analogy is Christopher Reeves learning to dribble.
I'm real, you bluffing like Cuba's missing it's missles.
Mixing Ritalin in my rhythm to get it driven.
I imagine I'm a disease that spreads when I'm feeding off Penicillins.
S on my chest; suit and tie is through what I'm ripping.
Consider it a blessing, I'm the reason you're still existing.
Cuz if it were my decision, I'm endowing human extinction.