Written Rap: I Pray Everyday

Undress rhetoric with wit, best check the top nine cleverly stripped sonnets,
My flows got crowds drenched, like a hotline weathering deep torrents,
Knowledge I ascertained ain't in college, cops Im never with, street laureate,
Educated in dungeons, clinical subliminal surgeon, illest to ever grip a mic,
Manifest a bona fide exothermic reaction in rhyme, opps know Im kryptonite,
Induce nihilistic tendencies in MCs, literature I tend to these, bending trees,
Leg up, I got twenty feet, lending beats, I'm just tempting these centipedes,
Descent of the lion's den, never content, contempt got me attempting felonies,
Meanest rapper delivering the cleanest slappers, musical hitman slips hands,
Rather flip a burger than commit triple murder, rap my main occupation,
Psycho killer, grip the mic and thrill her cold, half pints claim opposition,

Mathematical inclination with leadership, the path finds fame in your vision,
Psychological constructions studied, got numerous chips on my shoulder,
Semi pimp in a former identity, used to cop humorous chicks for high rollers,
A bipolar, brain-damaged, sleep-deprived psychotic, just rain carnage,
Chaotic entity defining parameters, penning lore of the worst maimed martyr,
I see MCs lacking, languishing similar to a depressed obscure bureaucrat
Diseased facts, a trap, desiring emancipation, so I invest in cures to free cats,
Mental most evidential expressed vicariously through disordered telekinesis,
The lyrical bomber, soccer mom'd her, now she rides a hatchback with her kid,
Frenetic genetics, activated, though I show no pride to catch that killer seed,

My persona inspire haters, the swamp alligator who disrupt games of golfs,
Immersive, cursive, rehearsing these pyro flows in a derelict waste spot,
Crowds booking to see what I'm cooking, snooping, cook that which taste hot,
Liable to stimulate your brain, as a youth I tended to emulate the worst crooks,
Crown called me to the town hall, witnessing the downfall of the great empires,
Fire in my dome, did as in ROME with the mic, once had to rate ten choirs,
One calling is rhyme, ever in my prime, sublime and lacking your confines,
Most evidential this ghost's instrumental, propensity to spit high density,
Appending my apathy, fallacies, jealousy, itll take a deadly fire to be ending me,