Raising the Bar #9

[Verse 1: Soul Khan]
These chatter-baters can't relate I'm slick as a whistle
Decapitate a rapper then I shit in the neck wound
But damn it y'all know I'm like Amazon Go
I still got lines when I didn't expect to
It might not be relevant past this week
But me and rap go together like ass and cheeks
Or trash beliefs and MAGA tweets
By a dad in an alpaca fleece
Somewhere on a, Hampton beach
I hope you didn't bargain on a masterpiece
I'm kinda marble on the Parthenon in Athens Greece
Motherfucker I been half-deceased
Fever-tripping, weak condition and I have receipts
Nah, I'm enlightening
My pen ricin
And y'all can die from a couple drops
So, just step right in
I'm M. Bison
I ain't a psycho but I crush a lot
Now you probably never met a guy that's Hallmark-sweeter
A Karl Marx reader that's friendly as a Walmart greeter
In a world where we all want leaders
But all we getting is executives and small-arms dealers
A lotta y'all are just scared of some honest women and people of color coming to share in the swamp you live in
Fuck you mean, the terrorists aren't winning?
Pantaleo's alive and Erica Garner isn't
I know it's mortifying
But let me add a little hope to this
'Cause I been organizing
And we rolling with the Democratic Socialists

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
Delivery special let me stamp the postage
It's Ill, I don't know what the antidote it's braggadocios
Step in the ring, I don't have emotion
Trash opponents, watch 'em shudder while the camera focus
Greatness is the lonely path I've chosen full of shattered dreams and broken glass
Had some homies, turn snake on me like the staff of Moses
Part the Atlantic Ocean
Reverse the poles, leave the axis broken
Witness eternity in a passing moment
Grandiose, when my pad is open and the casket closes
No wonder why my magnum opus is attracting vultures
Bodies on my pen, Captain Ahab I man a ghost ship
Throwing back fans with attention spans of goldfish
Fuck what the status quo is
It's backwards they all sound the same, like a palindrome is
I forgave 'em fuck 'em
As the Day of Judgement fast approaches
I dig my grave and lay in it, even planted roses
When I die, burn me to ashes and keep the coffin
I think I've earned that, I'll never be boxed in
Life's a long binge
Alcohol, cigs and an ego-enlargement
Too big to fit in your top ten
Hold up
I hold up a sign that says 'Look at me'
In the land of the blind surprised that they couldn't read
I write in metaphor, that's how the message comes
How many people relate? I haven't met a one
Low-key, but I turn up too
The Kult releasing volumes, it's what we turn up to
I'm a lover but I unlove too
I see the style-biters, that's why we one-up you
And that's what gives us life
The pen has a mind of its own
I let it write on its own
Me and the Ouija board, them my ghostwriters alone
Ink and that piff when I'm right in my zone
So show a ounce of respect
If I'm tied for top three, then I'm first, second, last
In the school of hard knocks life's a test, then you pass
Get the upper hand I make you wait until the end of class
'Cause I'm the best hands down, no questions asked