This is a song about "Soul poetry got a hold of me"

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

This be poetry, you know it's me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Second guessing me? i'm writin' poetry, quote this

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight