Yeah, check it out...
Pop, crackle, snap
like an elastic,
I rock raps ebulliently, enthusiastically.
I spit words with
eagerness and alacrity.
sip on my rhymes like a
virgin daiquiri.
I'm glad to be me,
I'm elated, exultant.
The sovereign of the land,
I rule it like the sultan.
Call me Emcee Escher the
fresh alchemist,
I change and transmute to gold like King Midas,
Turn archaic, old beats into new ones,
I turn an old mattress into
fancy futons.
I have a big capacious kitchen,
make my own croutons,
I make them infinitesimal,
smaller than neutrons.
Try to recycle my rhymes like a can,
I'll discomfit you, thwart your plans.
Advanced and precocious like Becky, my cousin,
age nine she read Dostoyevsky...
in Russian: Crime and Punishment,
Notes from the Underground.
She's virtuosic, very talented now...


Ow, everybody,
Mind to body


Now I want every rap I rap to be a rhapsody,
very impassioned, writ enthusiastically.
I stand strong, resolute, firm and determined,
to exterminate these squirming worms and the vermin.
I have an amazing level of perspicacity,
the capacity to see things perceptively.
I'll even rhyme with words that don't rhyme like orange.
Never boring... um...
I'll swing back like the door-hinge.
I could be ridiculous like ludicrous,
delightful and apt, felicitous.
If it stinks then it's fetid,
but we hot we never tepid,
I just said it don't forget it,
let it in and then it's netted.
It's nuts! Allergic to nuts? What you gonna do?
Eschew cashews, dude, avoid 'em like the flu.
Who wish ill will? who cast aspersions?
My words more incisive than incisions of a surgeon.