It's time to rhyme radically, I'm semantically sublime
Divine gallantry, I shine thematically
Massively timed canopies lined with fine balladry
And you have to ask why?
Maybe I want to get up here and rock the mic
Talking's like boxing fights, the back and forth
But I'm the awesome type, tracks enforced
With classic morsels of raw delight
Action pours from cracks and pores all the night
Lost the light, cooler than the outdoors frosted white
But back to basics? I rap the apex
In fact, let's face it, I was born to spray text
I storm through your dorm rooms
With more tunes than four pews of hymnals
Forget metaphors, I use the cymbals from drum kits
Here come hits that pummel lips that beatbox
I done kicked a sweet talk
Where each part of it is a heat spot
Live in the moment, just own it
With a penciled poem that swells in potential
And tells of essential parallels
In words I carry like carousels and spin merrily
Prepare to be so well well acquainted with the scene
I was made to bring the schemes
Hear the ladies start the scream
Might get undressed like in some paintings that I've seen
But I'm monogamous, emcees hit bottom with their careers
But I'm not going down 'til my toboggan's fixed
Plus I've never been up, but these guys are over the hill
Tired themes, treating emcees like soldiers to kill
But I keep rocking the mic because I'm holding it still
Beats blocking the light, I do my homework
Until the sun rises and the music stops
Just one time for your mind, bring surprises watching you get hot
Temperature high when you mention this guy
Getting attention for my use of intelligent rhyme juice
My melanin dries crews of their gelatin, eyes emptying cries
Proof that I'm moving hearts gently inside
I divide troops, so take me on
I straight respond with five loops that make a song
These rappers are jokes, we just play along
Roll down windows asking if they have some grey poupon
You old timers with rap rock, I'm trying to rock rap
And all you bold rhymers can chew on my jock strap
And I don't play sports that much
But hey, hordes of kids wanna challenge me, it's backed up
Talent breathes with ease, my flow conceives of no flaws to be
Philosophy's my steez awesomely can freeze emcees right in their tracks
Like they're stuck running circles when I spin their wax
Rhyme was written by Andrew Huang.
Rhyme was produced by Andrew Huang.
Andrew Huang released Rhyme on Wed Jul 20 2011.