I read your profile/broke it down and prepared to get hostile/I'm gonna raise some hell on your cloud twelve/so hot your heaven and space would melt/I sound off and watch your face gel from male to female like some old MASK spell/ the son of Jor-EL, on the microphone steel/spittin gale-force winds, that throw your skirt up and make your knees bend/Now FOCUS, your attention lacks discipline, so start listenin, in three lines I turned your ass feminine/I launch an offensive in the square ring like tiananmen/I would put you in the same class that middle east women in/you fiddlin, with cinnamon sticks/swinging at mt hickory bricks/this is the victory spit/don't blame it on MiracleRic/he didn't know I had the lyrical gift/to hit you with the spit I sneeze with/But wait, do you hear that, ACHOOO, ACHOOO/you just got hit with your own signature Patrick Duke.
Focus23:
I’m Venomous, Your worst nemesis on the scene n’ When I’m thru, Noble’ll be jettin’ the premises ballin’ n’ screamin’ Focus is the poet that you want on your team n’ Let me bless you with this rhyme like some lyrical seamen. Important key rhetorical’s In a court of bar-focals n’ dream ons’ You’ll need 360 oracle’s To defeat this metaphorical phenom. Leavin’ the board smokin’ with this key/style sickness Second round I’m comin’ thru with much-harder linguistics Stic-shifts in 3rd gear n’ I’m gainin’ momentum Focus tappin’ out Noble Ya’ll like DAMN! Where did HE come from?!??!!
Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble