The R.A.P. (Rhythm and Poetry)

(1st Verse)
This food for thought, taste nutrition in these real compositions/
Sit and listen live reportin' from my dimension, an extension of the mind-/
That intertwines with the heart inclined with art and rhyme/
I start to climb past father time/
No menopause but me pause your mediocre rhymes/
Yours ain't hard as mine, realness is hard to find within the matrix/
Use to be a calm oasis but we replaced it/
With this other territory full of drug dealer stories/
Thug niggaz roads to glory, same song leave me snorin'/
The brainstorms no longer pouring, it's getting kinda borin'/
I'm askin' brotha please, when will it stop/
Words that you feel were killed with real Hip-Hop/
I breathe new life in to the culture like God did Adam/
Give my ribs to this song like Adam gave Eve/
Watch me transform this song into a cool summer breeze with ease/
Get you so high that you get a nose bleed

(Chorus)
Come go with me and explore this floetry/
I do it naturally like ocean shores/
I open doors for you to see inside of me intuitively/
To you from me/
R-A-P rhythm and poetry

(2nd Verse)
Got Smith and Wesson type power but as gentle as a flower/
Guns and roses that bring April showers to cowards/
Devour lyrically with bouquets and bullets, my clip the fullest/
The best of both worlds, I be tha baddest and the goodest/
The most protected, most respected, I God's selected/
Check it, The Virghost that The Most resurrected/
And manifested in me what poetry produced/
I pray to Jesus my destiny is not concluce/
To go on forevermore through similes and metaphors/
When Revelations restore, explore my afterlife like it's before eternity/
Like infinity starts before the dawn of man/
Y'all don't understand, the prefix of my thesis/
The need this; my future nephews and nieces/
As time decreases, less time to find the shattered pieces/
Of a mass heart torn apart, the heart of my community/
I bring the unity, for his disease I am the immunity/

(Chorus)
Come go with me and explore this floetry/
I do it naturally like ocean shores/
I open doors for you to see inside of me intuitively/
To you from me/
R-A-P rhythm and poetry

(3rd Verse)

This the Miseducation of D. Somerville like Lauryn Hill/
Everything is everything and real is real/
Got skills so chill, I'll prove it to you, how you want it/
I spit it in a rap, sing it to you, recite a sonnet/
Cyber sonic, send you to space, get you high like chronic/
I personify electronics cuz I'm mechanical with the pencil/
And other writing utensils, so lethal with boligrafos/
Worldwide way outside los Ustados Unidos/
To my beautiful Black people, here some music to inspire/
Get you higher, cuz Hip-Hop today is so tired/
That's why I'm old school like TV's with the pliers/
You still dream for plasma screens like the world desires/
When all you really need is for God to be witcha/
And walk in the path that Jesus quoted in the scriptures/
I paint a picture, and this beat is the canvas/
From Africa to Kansas, D revolves around the planet.....