I battle rap on any given Saturday/ I try assault, tomorrow I might try battery/ Attack the track while life runs collateral/ Surreal in rhyme but never literal/ Searching for a vicious tact, I’m inquisitive/ An emcee’s bad memories revisited/ I produce the desired effect with validity/ My adverse; making ‘em go insane criminally/ With my mad verse, I’m intellectually efficacious/ As we face-off like Travolta, I'm leaving ‘em faceless/ There’s no saving grace to save the face to be accurate/ I must be Jesus ‘cause my rhyme conception is immaculate/ Spectacular if I don’t say so/ Myself, but I do with my Cape May flow/ With my ‘between the Atlantic and Delaware Bay’ flow/ I must rock ‘cause I just got topographical/ Opposers - I suppose they’re sordid and metamorphic/ While I whittle away figuratively with metaphoric/ Emcee’s delivery is rough, he bark like a tree/ As I rhyme drop and leave perennially/ Yo, there’s no way to dig up roots or exhume/ I’m sitting cool under the shade with leg room/ Believes he spits heat while I evade Sun rays/ Oh, what do you know, it’s already Sunday/
ps. its all a bit of fun, kinda playing on the emcee mindset...anyone dig the word play?