The Tragic Tale of Bisen Fransisco (In Media Res)

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I wanted to hit harder than MJ's father
And I don't mean to baller that nigga's just a little taller
Was scalded that's when it's coming to this rap shit
Wrote a verse for orchestration then proceeded to neatly rap it
Slapped it on the next track
I could be making music for pictures
And my rhymes like cinematic fixtures or auditory elixirs
I phoenix down, shit I better fix it
Hard of hearing? Then here's a neurological fucking picture
Lyrical telepath
I'm trying to get on top like hella fast
These other niggas said develop mass
They put up a front, it never last
But I'm the real shit
Looking at em' with a clever laugh
Let's see how long your fucking era last
Talking to mice, in my spare time
My momma said I got a rare mind, someone like me is a rare find
And I have to agree
Every time I start to open my mind I feel like Pandora
Ain't no escaping the horror
Open the doors, ain't no turnin' back
I hit the pavement harder than, well you know
I pray to the God, Jupiter and Juno
Flip a bitch like it's sexist judo
Fuck honor, took her out of the equation
And accelerating with budō
I mean I took chi out
If I was a samurai, I'd sit with a wound and die
But I'm a normal guy, I try my hardest not to cry
Fuck I might die - the end seems nigh (shit)
I feel his breath on the back of my neck
First it's this, I wonder what's next
The muscles in my knuckles flex
My heart is beating in my chest
I just wanna be the best and now the knife is at my breast
I can't say much more, I know how you abhor black magic
But he said that he could do it if I asked it
Turn my rhymes to gold but after today was just plastic
Fuck, now I suspect my end is tragic (my end is tragic)
Looking at my soul and I'm guessing that I don't have it
Cursing all my weaknesses, a rabid bad habit
Wound deeper than skin and ain't nothing go sin

[Interlude: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Listen to this motherfucker, man
He know what he talking he talking about, man
Man all you gotta do is sign that line, man
Sign, sign, sign the fucking line
No, motherfuck this
Motherfuck's the controls at?
I'm taking over

[Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor]
I spit harder than MJ's father
And I'm hungry all these other niggas acting like my father
Fuck the old me, his wack shit was such a bother
I'm trying to get money, bitches, Gucci and Prada
Getting all this cash like I oughta
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame
Money, money, money
Got a pinky ring
Money, money, money
Not a thing of shame
Money, money, money
Ey shade shades
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Fame, fame, fame

[Outro: Signor Benedick the Moor]
Hope
Smoke all the blunts
Get all the cash
Fuck all the hoes
Fuck all the hoes
Get all the cash
Smoke all the blunts