Lyrical Miracle

Ok! Let us start by having fun I'm lyrically amazing, vocabulary is my gun

Extortionate poets with miraculous flows

Bodily proportionate like I'm Lizzie's subordinate's bow

Having fun yet, it won't last, I'm sure of it

Well, more or less, honourless artists in the building

Finding stupid rhymes, Lego's they be building

250 headcount, call me Harold Shipman

Lying in the vicinity of bars like an immaculate freshman

Freestyle rhymes nothing new, I murder them with the left hand

Chronic overdose is usual to my immunity

Too many whites up here, it is my humility

Ninety out of a hundred don't agree with me

I'll even the score equally

Still, you can't defeat me

You can't beat me

There so much heat to me, I'll grill you like a burger of KFC Yeah, I'm still breaking bad, you know

Drawing fours, Uno

Exploring Mars, Bruno

Rowing to stars, nouveau

But that's all my talk

Let's talk about you

Crying on spilled milk, boy, I got more juice

Armaggedon's awaking, call it the apocalypse

Atheists are trolling but the world ain't Godless

Bombarding the orifice from the office

Look at all of this

From this side, mocking Morologists

Carry my oxford dictionary by my side

Like an illegal handgun, 9mm to be precise

But still, they are thinking, these words are nothing but lies

Hallucinations or daydreams, first just decide

Then follow the plan of action which I prescribe

I realize, suffice, devise, minimize, Hate the eyes which I spice, he dies trying to dice then buys his cries

That's nice

Print my words in your brain, that's for sure

This is much carnage you never endured before

So let's get straight to the point I make

The hate I get is just makeweight

I motivate the crab to bate

My hands are numb, I've to constipate

Advisory to you, don't try to overpopulate

My talent's being frowned upon

Mobilizing cars and bounds

The hound's in the house,

Fries couple of mouse

In the day I browse

In the night I arouse

In a cop car with a 12 gauge shotty, copy

Like I'm rocky playing hockey

Don't mock me, you can't stop me

It's my entropy which I lowkey spit

I'm lit, I fit, bit by bit, till you get it correct

A hundred kits of combining hits to one mega script

You would never get what I say, it's encrypt.

By: Armaan Yusuf