Jim Kelly

{RoQy TyRaiD]

Hey!

I raise the standard; every phrase captured on page, my brain, an app, or a paper napkin/
Manipulating language to cadence patters/
Tamed the dragon, the bane of rappers/
Back in the day of plagues, they'd claim it's magic.. and I'm hanged or burned at the stake, thereafter/
The 'heinous act', is I'm inanely savage/
Greatness personified, it's innate as deoxyribonucleic acid/
I'm a hostile, vile, unstable bastard/
Take evasive acts, or be humiliatingly ate in voracious fashions/
More highlights and quotes than The Bible, when Christ has spoken/
You're a printer on field of grass, and I'm Michael Bolton/
You might need ibuprofen/
Ice for bumps and contusions for tryin' to "Jump To Conclusions", hope you die from muffler fumes/
Awkward fuckin' dude, I lost a couple screws/
Uncouth; as far as rhymin', been the truth since pogs and Dunkeroos/
I'm a genius, no need to explain it/
You'd think my cranium is big as untreated fetuses conceived near depleted uranium/
I abhor American Foreign Policy/
War over oil and global commodities/
Economic control, our army step on your soil with no apologies/
POTUS owned by Saxe-Coburg-Gotha dynasties, bi-partisanship is minor league/
Some wanna change the world, some wanna see it burn/
I'm REM-ing in a dream deferred/
People of color shown no regard/
My pigmentation is a Coat of Arms, with innovative history/
Disseminating information if you're listening/
Dropping jewels like burglars with arthritic conditions, who suffer from muscular dystrophy/
Bigoted systems omit our illustrious victories/
And things we contribute from present to stuff of antiquity/
We all Kings, but on a beat I'm be-yond reach/
Lean on knees or pe-ons get Leon Spinks'd/
Don't leave ya'll seats/
A response will leave ya'll in triage, with E.Rs, priests in seance like Egon -- Peace/
I ain't wore a pair of Jordans since the last administration/
Can't afford to misappropriate my cash/
On gear exploitative and blacker pigmentation/
Manufactured by some four year old held captive in a basement/
Far as rap, seems the moral's "if it lacks sophistication/
Stands a chance of getting traction, maybe landing in rotation"/
It's a sacrilege, deplorable, and stands to demonstrate/
You couldn't crack if you enrolled in chiropractic visitations/
His fashion sense is stolen and his accent has been changed/
[To Match The] patters and the voice [Of Other] rappers that are famous/
[Image] crafted in his mold [And Even] adlibs are the same/
This [Business] practice is the norm [In This] Branch of Entertainment/

(Gasp)

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHHHHHHHHHH-UH
UGH!

You'll never be discovered/
With your glorificed coveres of Yeezy and Glover, you're cheatin', 's why you're deep i nthe cupboard/
In every sense of the word/
You're in the club tweeting "It's A Movie!" and I agree, the title?! "Revenge of The Herb!"/
Fake grunge phase, meaningless tattoos, gauges/
Plaid shirts 'round waists -- but don't know who Alice In Chains is?!/
Or how Rage's "Bulls On Parade" went?!/
If all you know are the names of Grohl and Cobain, you vultures are shameless/
None of you clowns is different/
You just found an image to counterbalance your talent's limits, I descended from the outer fringes/
Archaeologist diggers found my crib on the grounds of Kemet/
Surrounded by heiroglyphics which depicted my head 'n a crown in an image --- I'm Finished/