Rap Beautician

Well it's the rap beautician
To facts you listen
When i blast through rhythms like a cab through brooklyn
Record button warlord, i'm well off and witty
Plus using god's sleeve to wipe the hell off the city
Call me elegant, cerebellums swellin till my melons elephant sized
Always got that relevant rhyme
Its adrenaline time the cardiac is party packed
All hail the silver dome poem like a pontiac
Cruisin views of past present future and maneuvers
That are unprecedented to the sun and the crescent
The greatest historical puzzles of all times
Are directly comparable to the struggles inside the mind
Of the righteous ,or more battlers with clenched fists
The dentist, but instead of molar pain its solar rain
The rhyme spins once in my presence every 24 hours
The steady force of metaphor showers
Theres power in my words cuz the words be expression
Plus expression is a weapon and the weapon is an option
Oxygen
We've been given our lungs for breath so lace lyrics of fury on top of the drums of death
Tongue kissing thunderbolts on neptune, at the same time sitting on a couch in your living room
You shouldn't wanna fuck with a man of all strategies
Your pirate ship flipped by the cannonball adderly
The tornado typhoon of raw fatal mic use is loose
Puddles of fight juice is proof
But the clouds need something to drink, hence evaporation
Reality battles my intense imagination
I'm breeding art, the veins save the bleeding heart
The brain stays in a psychological cuisinart
I need a spark to stay distant in the dark
Evil leavin dead bodies on benches at the park
I generate heat when i set a break beat
To repeat thanks to flash and my two techniques (technics)
All praises to the bronx for the elevated blues music
Hip hop is celebrated to the point that you use it
The new blueprint for mass unification is a crew of rap renegades in deep concentration
I never claimed to be the best at anything i did, but i'm due for elevation cuz i'm one smart kid
So listen to the rhythms, the rhymes i wrote for you
Some people don't be liking shit unless its brand new
But let me tell you something boy the past is full of answers
The present is the question and the futures the direction
So go explore the history of music and return sir
My wackest composition and you'll call that shit a burner
So if rapping was graffiti, i would vandalize the sun so the shadows of my name would manifest on everyone
And if rapping was breaking
Id do a headspin for 5 days only to suspend myself above ground sideways
And if rapping was DJing
I'd pull two records out the crate, throw the needles in the air and have em land right at the breaks
And if rapping was beatmaking
I'd be a fuckin 45, impeach the president with substitution on the flip side
So if my competition wants to bring it to my face, i'll knock it out the park and take a piss at home plate and do my dance

And thats right