Mastery (Fusion)

[Verse 1]
Sorry to my indie guys if this is disappointing
I'm not just a poet, part Poe‚ other portion 'roided
Some were rap game rulers but I had the contract voided
Pour the holy water‚ lord of rap has been anointed
Why's it burn a bit? Because I'm Barnabas antithesis
Facing judgement‚ ask a witness 'bout my antichristening
Your droids but I'm adroit, AI can't compare to flesh and skin
Your thoughts of Asimov, I embrace Emerson-like penmanship
Been the realest since i traveled through my dad's vas deferens
As a gamete‚ who knew I'd turn to insect so menacing
Make Venn diagrams of our family's, see vast difference
Grandfather and pastors tell me meditate and master zen
Mantis might be masochist unknowingly, won't take advice
Not an opposition‚ it's just unconscious decisions
Emotions cloud my notions of intentions when people play nice
Probably a pity or they'll use me for some mission

[Hook]
Superhuman creature I might put you in submission
Or subhuman beast and I might be mangy and vicious
Mastery of elements, combined like nuclear fusion
Or wasting your oxygen with words that go unlistened

[Verse 2]
I feel like Shante, they asking me why I ain't smiling/
My jaw fine, but my heart is vile, I keep it silent
Its fighting back, like chloroform victims its getting violent/
They talk of love, I think its Steve Tyler in his prime, it's
An arrow's myth, that's Eros since before Christ era
Erys golden apple got me laughing, feeling all hysteric
Cry and stare at mirrors, pair of snakes with me like pain and panic
I'm more Narcissus than Heracles so I can't make them vanish
Grew up parsimonious, now me net worth growing big
Keep an eye out like The Fates to find out who's the phoniest
Thinking those who enter acts of arson are the loneliest
So bars and moaning is a gasoline and match alternative
Burn the seven synapses within the Hydra's neck
Plato's many-headed beast that manifests the things he dreads
Appetites (of man), like Aphrodite, Ares' wrath, and other vices
Fire of Zeus like persimmons in groin, fruits not invited
I feel like Adonis, think I needa find a goddess
Of wisdom, understanding, and I hope that she's the hottest
Lots of rappers thinking that their gods and dressing gaudy
Really they ain't shit, I'm top dog while a work in progress
Take a minute, kick back and think on that
People sus, I wonder where the fuck the recons at
Splinter cell or metal gear, they sneak like rats
Coming like mosquitos, this some beacon rap