Listen

Listen!
Imma write this like a hypocrite
Poems, like a gospel is the apple that I bit
You can’t stop me with rhyme
Since I’m watching the time
Sweat smoke off with this work tension
Finding sequiturs quicker than a search engine
Got the perfection as a birth present
It’s my first question per section
Do I learn lessons in perception?
And I’m torn into parts like I’m the red sea and you’re Moses
But I pull myself together like a puzzle makes a brofist
And I know that you got moments
Where you want to hold me in poses
But you gotta listen and compromise or you’ll end up being alone, bitch!
Cuz I’m running this whole factory and you look up to squeakers
Looking forward to be just like one of those believers
Cause with your little skills you can’t think of being leader
Your reaction to me be like, man, turn down that heater
Acting overheight, but you’re so little-bitty
My law, my rules, when you live in my city
And this citizen’s spitting is like mental fisting
We could have been best friends
You just need to listen
I got sweaters that are better than the ego that you’re wearing
Back and better than ever, batter of letters I’m sharing
You’re too dumb to recognize the cards that I’m laying
You are the fucking target in this dart game
Got a bilingual direction in my brain
So whatever finger you show me, it’s ending up in pain
And you’re laying on the ground, feeling like in a prison
But all that shit wouldn’t happen if you just listen
And cut!