The Symposium [CSL Response]

Uh,

Uh,

The didactic menace, gadfly lessons from an academic

Fit check's one fabric threaded, and some sandals, leather

Just a pair is found, and I'll still WEAR you down,

Bitch that's word to what I said, in the aforementioned.

That's the intro, okay okay

I'm fashionably late, to my Athens entrance

Gloves hurled to ground, FUCK abstract poetics

'Bout to break 'em down, with the Socratic method

How'd you prepare for bouts, bringin' vapid threatenin's?

Another battler pressurin' Mav, your mask's aggression

How have you yet to master the pen after ten in,

The game with names famed to slay; practiced legends,

'Cause you rubbed shoulders with those who,

Rose to, occasions and dislocated your hand contested

Why claim domination when you ain't jab my rep with,

A single "damn!" moment, let alone a valid premise?

Maybe you lack perception, I'll take passive credit,

Who smashed your retinas, roses in ya glasses tinted

The antithesis of Tiresias, Oedipus the panicked Rex in,

Narrative control, then why ya scramble to answer? This is,

Imperative I've no, missed calls homie I only ignore who PHONES IN a BAD CONNECTION!

How you say you're up when I champed Olympus,

Miltiadis Tentoglou, my ten toes glued, still leapt past the limits,

Can't match my distance, those are hoops you jump through,

Like the Logos—that's a reference to the sport's dynamic emblem,

AND my wisdom, that with 5 rings from Kobe to bash your head in

Word to Medusa, Black Mamba I have ya gun jammed by venom

You suggesting I'm a shell of who I was, 'cause I shedded my skin?

That old fleshy suit's a husk, but you know I'm better than him

Nothing to hide, the cover-up tattoos were for re-lettering shit

Think you're up from props that prop you up, what round's winnin'?

Bring a thousand, me zilch, reality is that you get fuckin' outwritten

C'mon son, you're just envious to see how many believe

You "atheist to godliness," my lyrical spirituality's displeased

Seriously, somebody, call the fucking originality police

 

Cam Lewis I pop Bills, you couldn't give me a run for the dollar I taunt

I even listed my notorious L's, 'cause those heavy hitters taught me a lot

Humbled me, imagine if I showed you all the fuckin' bodies I caught

On the spot in the hot-seat, I flipped the plot that you brought —

I'm just gettin' started, time to demonstrate this Live autopsy to watch;

I mean, Eros shots at my neck, falling in love is what you hope to do?

Thinkin' me sharing old poetry is my attempt to elope with you?

The point was you can't rhyme like me, with the same discography,

Got more range in execution, 'cause if you studied the scope of me, I'm more dope than you.

 

And you said this gay shit after Dionysus, the Greek Diddy?

Said you're Penteus who CROSSDRESSED, in Thebes city

And the goal of what that party is, was for ego killing

Hubris like the flower of Narcissus, you ain't seed spilling

'Cause Snoop from the Wire is, a motherfuckin' SHE silly

Cleary an identity crisis, even pantheon scheme mixing

From sprinkling Christ in, to cosplaying several deities

You're lost in the sauces, lil Get Him To The Greek ditties

I was just a down challenger, I get proud and call out amateurs

Said you wanted the smoke and now it's loud, stamina (in my)

Lungs, Kronos couldn't hold his breath, to the Cloud Gatherer.

Still shone, that I'm sonnin' you I guess

How you gon', cover up this mess

Midas met his fate? Don't hate, wishin' you could suffer from success.

Got your crisis management team in anxiety cryin',

REV3RSE wishin' they could be rewindin' the time since,

Back to Bacchae to back out the frontlines of divineness

Like I wouldn't notice you rated my last disses seen,

And you 5-outta-5'd them.

Because we saw that tier and where you listed me,

Head in the sky I'm the highest,

So how can we go toe-to-toe when you got King's disease?