Rhyme Zone

I say what I feel, its not being rude it's being real

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

I feel at home in a land mind, blow up punch lines

I'm in my zone, it's my throne, it's crunch time

Its open mic night and I'm going to win the grand prize

Are you other MC's enjoying the view from behind?

Its the truth in the booth, I spit gold

In my youth, live in sooth to be told

One shot, I won't miss, let me get straight into this

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

I'm a lyrical magician with serial precision

A mystical technician with cynical ambition

On a critical mission, the physical edition

MCing in clinical submission, miracle musician

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

On a mission, can see targets with thermal vision

Fake MC's the opposition, I'm on top position

Pen to paper, that is my ignition

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

And I'm toxic, this is hot shit, I won't stop bitch

I'll drop drone strikes on the game and own mics

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

Boy you will get your ass kicked

Put my foot in your casket

I will drink your ashes

You fucking stupid spastics

So ho your ass will get smashed bitch

I can stretch around this beat like elastic

So they just call me Mr. Fantastic

Wow, man I cannot plan this shit

Static kinetic flow, in the DNA, it's genetic

Erratic habit yo, you other MC's are pathetic

Putting rap on life support, it needs a medic

Top of the food chain, devouring MC's for breakfast

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

Reckless with the rhymes, leave you breathless

I'm a lyrical force, show no remorse, the source of evil

Of what coarse lyrics ye are moulded, I hate people

I'm lethal like an automatic, the Illmatic sequel

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

You're gonna flop like British hip hop, Im a rap bot

The softness in the game has been noted

Keep making your fairy dust, dairy lust

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

Mr. Happy pop nice songs, I'll drop hip hop pipe bombs

I'm the only one left standing when the track is demolished

I'm the diamond in the rough they forgot to polish

Every goal I have ever set my self I have accomplished

This song is an atomic bomb and I'm holding rap hostage

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a Robin bird bitch

Told myself that I would finished it this time

But I'm already stuck after the first few lines