A six year bid doing an involuntary assignment
Sit in here steady locked in solitary confinement
Sickness appeared, an act of expression, added obssesion
A practice, a section, became established during my adolesence
An action embellished, turned into seductive notes
Then a corruptive flow turned into a productive growth
So abrupt, and slow...and through a visionary atonement
Saw God..and was giving a gift through literary components
So I sit and in zone with...my prophecies during this period
Illogical as the theories get.. had an out of body experience
Is it even that serious? As I got near an objective..
Piercing subjects with...everything in a different perspective
Nearing respect IF...only I'd confide in the majority
But unfortanetly, more importantly, I became a minority
During time accordingly... I ain't enter to improvise
I was energized, because my gender caused kids to generalize
And in the eyes of a few, but really none to mention
I dumbed it down, became futile for their comprehension
For some attention...but now, it triggers my dominance
I'm a figure, from some descent..for bigger, accomplishments
I lingered, for some distance..but now I'm back to master it
The tactics, wit, with massive hits craving, like barbaric savages
I'm above that average shit...far from being an embarassment
Respect's been a establishment...the torch, I ain't passing it
So try to capture this...so quiet, a miraculous silence
No bias, you see what you want through an imaginative iris
It's like a bacterial virus...alive, fucking with every fighter
An igniter...feeling so right, and touching every writer
But I'm a rider, and this makes it worth advancing..
The wait, the planning, the weight under these circumstances
So I re-surface, standing...to win, the birth, to try hard
Six years in the Pen, with words right behind bars
Metaphor..
Me, Myself, and I
This also had a picture, but I don't feel like posting it.
-Nique
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=243457
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthre...89#post3363089