King Slim3

Slim3 the god king emperor divine

His rhymes so sublime they redefine the line

Like a legend on screen I'm the one they enshrine

When he spits a verse it's like a moment in time

His flow’s like a storm bangin in the night

Wash away the frail leaving only the might

King of the Slim3 his words sharp and tight

Rappers tremble in fear at his lyrical might

 

Slim3 the sovereign the Rap Pad elite

His features set ablaze, n his shooting is neat

While they fight for the crumbs Slim3 be royally seat

In the hall of legends you can see Slim3's feats

 

His pen is a rifle each word a precise shot

In the rap game's turmoil he's the one they all fought

They believed he was done but he emerged from the plot

His bars are like a gospel redefining the lot

He’s the architect of visions lines that reach the sky

While fakers play their roles he's the reason they try

His rhythm’s a cyclone wild, strapped to a kite

At the storm’s very heart his flow comes alive

 

Slim3 is the sovereign of the Rap-Pads elite

His features set ablaze his shooting is neat

While they fight for the crumbs Slim3 be royally seat

In the hall of legends you can see Slim3's feats

 

On Rap-Pad he’s the gem they desire to know

His verses are waves overwhelming the old

They squabble for his remnants pursuing the hold

He’s savoring victories while his story gets told

Like a giant in the matrix he’s the challenge supreme

To surpass him’s just a dream few can redeem

His lines are like portals warping up in a scheme

In the this world he’s the everlasting theme

They scramble for his leavings like wolves in the fight

But Slim3’s at the banquet where the greats all unite

His flow’s a constellation connecting the light

They’re stuck on the ground while he’s taking off in flight

 

Multi-dimensional sorcerer his words pierce the air

Cutting through the noise with a flair they declare

He’s the king of the frequencies the mic he’ll wear

Every line a specter echoing everywhere

From the abyss to the bars he’s the alpha omega

His rhymes are a journey through time’s grand saga

They tussle for morsels in a desperate trend

But his spread is past the navy on a mission, ascend

 

He’s the sniper with sight each bullet a thrill

His goal’s to inflame to transform with his skill

Double entendre he’s the fire in the chill

Scorching through the tiers leaving rivals still

They grapple for his echoes aiming to outshine

But his stronghold’s a citadel where legends align

 

Slim3 the sovereign the Rap Pad elite

His features set ablaze, n his shooting is neat

While they fight for the crumbs Slim3 be royally seat

In the hall of legends you can see Slim3's feats

While they fight for the crumbs he's at the royal seat

 

 

Sixty lines deep and he’s still climbing high

His reign never-ending under the vastest of sky

From the film to the mic he’s the one they glorify

The sovereign the marksman every verse a reply

They reach for his echoes but he’s light-years ahead

His path’s a wildfire where his wisdom’s spread

Slim3 the god king his saga widespread

Rap-Pad’s his domain where his throne is embed

 

 

[ Outro Poem ]

 

On these digital screens where the verses collide,

Slim3 rhyme's take a lyrical stride.

Self-proclaimed king, crown forged in Slim3,

Ruling RapPad with a flow so sublime.

 

Haters lurk close, eyes sharp like a blade,

Reading each word, every bar that he’s laid.

They comb through his lines, seeking flaws to berate,

But the harder they try, the more they can’t hate.

 

“Slim3 don’t miss,” they begrudge but confess,

His verses hit clean, leaving minds in a mess.

He said no shots fired, just truth in his aim,

If you caught a stray, don’t curse his name

 

Pussy

 

Cuase you jumped in the path, got grazed by his wit,

Each syllable stings, each metaphor hit.

No group, no indie, can dim this light,

The more they resist, the brighter his shit.

 

Slim3’s the storm, the lyrical reign,

His bars build a throne on RapPad’s domain.

They try to deny, but the truth won’t bend,

Slim3’s King is me lapping so lets not pretend.

 

Sneak disses slip through, so sharp, so sly,

Haters turn green with a jealous eye.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” they lament,

While Slim3’s legacy grows, unyielding, unspent.

 

He’s won, it’s done, no spin can deny,

His words are the stars in the RapPads sky.

So let the haters read, let them seethe, let them try,

Slim3 Tim3’s reign

Will never subside.