microphone fiend

the microphone..... i gripping it and start ripping the crowd with words of thoughts that moves them like listening to a favorite jam rocking the mic flowing limitless to hear the mmmmmmmmmmms and aaaaahhhhhs it's the most infinite intricate intellect moment on stage my writings is like a grave because people are digging it when it comes down to clitoris brothers put their lips in it brothers put their fists in it i just put mines in it its irritating when dudes talk about the slum they never been in it its annoying when dudes talk about owning a gun but never triggered it i'm pitiless , killing lyricist, intellectual realist in front of witnesses about to lyrically take your life so just run it with the mic this poem is so hard , i sprained my ankle from kicking it flipping the illest verse even syphilis is sick of this i'm articulate, my only crime is being honest and innocent giving you this style for free because i'm simply being generous my image is rigorous and original, but yet, brothers try to mimic it if i ever compete, i'll be awarded whatever the winner gets it's ridiculous how you're the opposite of literate matter of fact, i'll reiterate i suggest i take away your poetry writing privileges