Revision

Revision
Nate sublime
Call this a revision...
Nate's the mate that's back
And black to be acknowledged in vision...
Hot vision im dishing poison out like im fishing...
Rhymes gushing partitions...
Never mind me I got them visions that only a visionary can envision...
Huh...
Its like I came here to revise...
So watch as I fly amongst the skies
With these fly skiers of mine called my fly mind...
Okay I claim to be sublime because there's a sub line in my mind and the subs im creating are called sublime rhymes ...
And word play...
Sick rhymes on cold cold lines...
No cure from this poem that left my cold heart...
Colder than when I wrote them cold I'll bold lines...
Eh im tired of this shit time to re begin my shift...
Nate sublime is back my friends...
If I were u I'd hide ur kids...
From this...
Pure genocide from my newly regulated generated mind...
I'm done now...
You'll have to hear my full unadulterated 
lines in my real comeback 
In my new next rhyme smack...
Sublime...
Stack that...