I have no idea where I'm going with this either. Just tried to make something resembling a rap with wonky flow. Listening to Rap God for too long does that to people.
Just testing, this mic worth the heavy investing?
Oh, yes, I'm blessed, tried the rest, called the best and
None of the other microphones
Came to mind as they're gonna strike home as
Instruments to deliver humor
Sticking out to the crowd like an awry rumor
A devoted dope on the mic, stick out like a tumor, a lymphoma
But that aside, I've a right to write, and right
as I discovered I'm fly when I fight
On the rap pad, no matter what crap
The masses have interpreted the rap as
So tonight, today, whatever time the sun says
I'll set alight some flames in lyrics scoring in the hundreds
Out of tens, 'cause when I grab the pen
I'm lethal, leaving sick holes that'll never mend
When I fire shots, fuck the Glock
I rock the mic that stops the clock
For the subordinates unfortunate
To get inside a lock
With this active elaborative line cracker
In a diss match, 'cause I bash you other bad rappers
I'm madder, there's no match in bringing disaster
They getting sad, they can't rap a tad faster
Score! A motherfucker to the core
Drive you out like the salt that halts a whore
It's your fault! Like they said at Baltimore
But no more! I'm slamming the door!
I'm a lacerator, grind lines like a macerator
Fabricator, send messages to the screen, a rap intaker
Only thing pulls me down? The mic
Not black or white? Oh... shite!
I tell you, I'm still on tonight!
A couplet plus one, the combo breaker!
No faker, I'm on for days like a gamer
That's lame and addicted to Wind Waker
Tiger, Tigger, are they the same? Err...
That's a little game I'll tell you 'bout later
I love ya, writing, but I gotta drop now
I mean, this shit gotta end somehow!
Done now for now, but I ain't done hound
-ing this town till the walls come down