I want to be free to write poetically rather prophetically
People etching my name to stone symbolically
Granting wishes with my nick name being Genie
Going back in time curing AIDS preventing Forest from losing his Jenny
I want to be free to describe the eloquence of the female figure
While ending wars keeping finger from pulling trigger
These rhymes I configure combat the criticism of the equilibrium
Awakening people from the their narcoleptic state to vote like referendum
Men desecrating women infatuated by the lust
Fake politicians impregnating democracy with mistrust
Harnessing my rhymes I come off apathetically hypothetically
I analyze my words to the caliber of Mike Dyson call me vocabulary
Or symbolic alphabetically I conspire to conjure up coded words I am algorithm
For you see unlike fake MCs I carve out my own rendition of rhythm
And hand it to them on a silver platter still fucking with their mind like Oracle
I create spectacles filled with wordplay produced by melodic miracle
I am the clinical, the mental, the super intelligent and non-artificial
Battling the demons of hell call me Super Natural
For you see I strive to be free from distress like Douglas
For he stated struggle equals progress
My verbal wordplay assassinates leaving you a bloody cesspool metaphorically I’m vicious
I’m a lyrical conspiracist whose rhymes taste like a hypothesis; theoretically delicious
Freedom engulfs my anatomy constructing me with the spiritual enhancement of a Rabbi
Leaving me word limitless only to be measurable by the swordplay of Himura the Battousai
I’m sick of these fake MCs confined to the industry not free lyrically thinking they changing the millennium
Their flows decompose like the cheapness of zirconium, my flow explodes like nuclear through plutonium
Pandemonium has erupted from the invisible shackles implemented by the few in power
Accented by the forceful fraudulent control of economic status hovering over like a tower
As the perspective of nostalgic heresy continues adding to the crisis
I realize I am the one that fills your hunger calmly putting you to bed like itis
For freedom is endless in range, it’s a concept that will never change unlike change
It may leave the imprisoned deranged, although its one thing that want exchange
For thought is free
And freedom is me for I am poetry
Be free