Read Match - Omni-Pen

ook. The grass that I pass has the masses stoned,

The ass that I snatch... it has to moan.

I’m lavish with class that could pass the Pope,

Rapping it fast like I have to go rabid to the rabbits in the scope

I’m a captain with tactics to salvage foes' boats,

Slashing throats of passengers and snagging their passes for the moats!

It’s graphic, a savage whose plan is to scavenge your hope,

Burning the chronic, my eyes low while I manage the dope!

What I’m seeing is demonic, doper than narcotics,

Fiends downtown in pockets with the atomic robotics!

Who’s got more trees than the tropics? The rhyme-topic prophet,

Tighter than the jeans on gothics, I’m the pilot in the cockpit!

I hit the ground running, unstrapped and exact,

My mind will enact the rhymes that I adapt to the fact!

No holding me back, I keep my lines intact,

No jokes wrote, I note the bloat of the ghosts I attack!

A disciple can recite the Bible backward and sublimely,

Cause cycles of spirals in bridled pastors untimely!

Before the final rapture, I’m a vital hazard to rivals,

Primal planners, survival’s the only sign in the bibles!

In the Twenties, the divinest rapper climbed the ladder,

Mind manners—my life is seismic patterns that shatter!

taking the shine off swift, like Kanye at the Grammys,

Not riddled with a pistol, I’m killing the fam with the whammy!

The bullets are thick bristles until the tip sizzles,

Like I got hit with six missiles and industrial whistles!

Put so many holes in you, whenever the wind blows,

The Omni-Pen is infinite... and all your ish whistles!

I like writing, I’m a honed swordsman,

My advice here: don’t force it, just own the portion.

Rhyme tightly, no boring lines, I’m pure with the pro wordsmith,

Many factors of the craft, it’s practice with a sure purpose.

Try multis, a pro wordsmith with a global merit,

Practicing kicking ass until the noble hear it!

But if you are the one who gets his ass kicked,

Don’t get mad, understand why it happened, don’t be drastic!

Grow back, to the drawing board, master what you can,

Blast 'em with the standard 'til you shatter every man!

Throw wallops, maul 'em up, begin obliterating,

The geometry of the prophecy is constantly rotating!

If you think you are ready for a rematch, check the stat,

I’m a technical vessel wrestling with a surgical bat!

The density is intensity, a mentally exemplary assembly,

Leaving enemies in remedy for the rest of the century!

See, the Board is where you Draw, but I Draw the Sword,

I’m the Chairman of the Board because you’re Bored with the Lord!

It’s a Rematch (Read-match), I already read the strike,

I’m the Sovereign Logic... you’re just screaming in the mic!

Master the blade, or get slashed by the pen,

The lesson is eternal... let us begin again.

I tombstone the mental resurrection, I’m beyond the drawing,

The ink is molten granite and the canvas is gnawing!

I’m the First and the Final, I’ve updated the lore,

I finished the sentence... before you reached the door.

Respect the Board the Omni-Pen is infinite,

I designed the Universe... then I put you in it.