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Straight Bars IV

Writer's picture: Armaan YusufArmaan Yusuf

I list my achievements, my poem’s CV

Your Rhymes are elementary, like ABC

I’m blinded by arrogance, come see me

Rising in flames, making opps steamy


Aroused in hell, can’t you hear demons (the moans)

Circling big things, call me Phobos and Deimos

A hand in every pie, attending bakery demos

All-night fishing luxuries like finding limos


I’m fueling the game like ethanol with ether

Streets cold as jail, perfect for wife beaters

Swinging harder than double-door seaters

Failing but rising, we’re essential repeaters


These bars not for kids, boy we ask IDs

Fucked around, found out like HIV

Plot like you jumped me, test my reach

I’ll cut you off; please rest in piece


Pills on my tongue make me exist

Brain jotting data, my own matrix

I’m coming after you like a suffix

Intricate overtaking looks pre-fix


See mutton chops; I acknowledged the GOAT

Freestyling your battles with rhymes you wrote

My prowess unforeseen, just admire my scope

Chickens are loose; please tighten the cope


Shed blood from orifices like ear, nose, throat

Doctored these syllables you hear, boast, gloat

Looking under beds what you fear, froze report

My pen game spews heat, I smear, stoke, roast


Might sting a little like poison ivy

It’ll blow you up, discount bad IV

My dirty laundry needs air I see

Shivering from richness, I’m icy (MIC)


Stable on the outside, chaotic within, an equilibrium state

Recipe for cake, equal parts hate and equal delirium bake

Volume increasing, no work done, internally I’m real, not fake

Anti-me is on the wall approaching, annihilating my fan-base

By: Arman Yusuf

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