Standing on the stage
Reciting enlightening words I penned on the page
I start off soft then I go into a rage
Of sick rhymes like the pen's afflicted with AIDS
Words flaming from the spark, I call it an art
Painting pictures with one color, I call it heart
It's been said I'm the arrogant kind
Making listeners uncomfortable with arrogant lines
I wouldn't say that I'm ahead of you guys
But I've got a sharp pen--I ain't scared of you guys
Poking at your soul, spoken word, smokin' lyrics
Hotter than a church when everybody catch the Spirit
I can clown on this page and climb
Grab the mic, then climb on this stage and shine
In outter space I'd need space and time
My ego's so big, I hardly have space to rhyme
My words are soothing to the tongue like a water fountain
My braggadocia is faith--it can move mountains
I'm mounting my thoughts on paper and pen
And when it's over I'm gon' leave with the paper again
This is poetical probe--please don't call it rap
Style contagious like a cold--you can call it "clap"
See I can play and still capture the prize
In the hood they call me rapture--I continually rise
Close your eyes...you can still see what I'm saying
They call it imagery...I tend to call it activation
I leave the mouths in the shape of a ring
And everybody's saying "Oooh" like Omarion sings
Scare competition--I'm the black Stephen King
Directing posers to the bottom like a misconscrewed scene
It's more than words what you see on your screen
Lyrical jabs float off the tongue like Ali and they sting
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Submission Name: SLAM!!!
