Rap Series: Patience

Your busted rhymes are an issue,
So grab a tissue — little Shih Zu,
Time to fire lyrical missiles that won’t miss you!

Tap you out like jujitsu,
If you continue to snag,
Any rhyme, verse or sentence from the legends of rap.

So head back to the lab,
And grab your pencil and pad,
Cause frankly plastic is a synonym for your presence and act,
As fake as mannequins of Santa;
Send you lyrical slaps!

Im the crowned king of the pack,
while you sit in the back.
How about you bow before the master of rap.

My raps rep the masses who want justice imposed,
On those who steal from the past, and pass it off as their own.

So homie,

Time to hit you with the funk,
and pulverize your poser-style think Shaq slam dunks!

Affirmative, I raise the sword via matador words,
Then pack away ya carcass in the back of hearse,
Don’t forget your purse, Kalpi and don’t test my patience

Just quit your rap nonsense
it’s my time you be wastin’.🎵