A few people read my most recent OM, Alchemy, and commented it was a little short, so I've made a longer 2 verse version. Hopefully you'll all enjoy the read and the wordplay.
When I write, words flow through my mind like a river of gold,
Cold thought become as hot as the oceans are old,
I’ll scratch my words across the planet with the philosopher’s stone,
And use the throne of Atlantis as my holiday home,
I’ll rap on a knife edge, locked in the thoughts of your team,
This blade runner lives in nightmares like when robots dream,
I’m human language in the form of an emcee,
So whenever you rap, remember you’ll just be quoting me,
I’ll firestorm through Hamburg and blow up in Nagasaki,
I’m the iron curtain; your money chasing ways couldn’t get at me,
Your verses are one part sulphur mixed with two parts lead,
Selling chemicals and firing bullets is all you’ve ever said,
You think the fast route to riches is by speaking that alchemy,
When that way of thinking died out with medieval mentality,
I’ll walk the desert and turn my back on a Midas dream,
Because I’d rather die of thirst than drown in the main stream,
I use the nature around me as inspiration for my words,
That’s why they run over you like those buffalo herds,
My happy hunting grounds can’t be defiled by your Armani souls,
Because I write with the spirit of the Dead Sea scrolls,
El Dorado lyrics can’t compare to mine,
Because my mind finds lines that outlast time,
You’re on a never ending search for a city of gold,
Whereas I’ve found peace in the ruins of old,
If you say you rapped before me, I’ll travel back in time,
Tear up Cleopatra’s needle, and use it to write a line,
I’ll go back even further and rearrange the stars,
And have the World in awe of the first one hundred bars,
To put it plainly, you’re barely even shit to me,
You look on Hip Hop culture as a Job, whereas I take it literally,
I treat Hip Hop as a beautiful woman to look on with joy,
You look on her with greed and use her as a sex toy,
It seems my voice alone screams rape from the sidelines,
As Hip Hop gets torn apart by a crowd looking for a gold mine,
Well, I’ll let this modern day alchemy happen no more,
While you come looking for battles, I come looking for war
If you burn down Hip Hop to warm up the masses,
I’ll call forth a flaming phoenix from the ashes,
For as long as you insist that you’re better than me,
I’ll freeze over hell and make pencil lead from your gold CD,
I use the nature around me as inspiration for my words,
That’s why they run over you like those buffalo herds,
My happy hunting grounds can’t be defiled by your Armani souls,
Because I write with the spirit of the Dead Sea scrolls,
El Dorado lyrics can’t compare to mine,
Because my mind finds lines that outlast time,
You’re on a never ending search for a city of gold,
Whereas I’ve found peace in the ruins of old.
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