I’m a poet not a rapper

But I can rap faster than any you punk actors.
What’s the difference?
One’s a lyricist one’s a factor.
One’s got game like Vince on the raptors.
One spits fire the other spits chapters.
Getting green like the masters.
Sippin lean, math blasters.
such an childhood reference all good if you don’t get it.
All good copacetic.
With the best poetics.
Beat em’ up soundly
Thrash em
Bash em
Wallop then wax em’
I keep em countin all the stacks son.
Keep em sprintin’ like I’m Rev Run.
Keep em grinnin like the cat hun.
Fallin’ down the rabbit hole
Poppin watchmen on patrol.
Need police for our police.
Cuttin’ teeth on the street.
Summer killin cause the heat.
What’s the grim gunna reap?
I said what’s the grim gunna reap?
Per usual making moves like I’m Musual.
Stan, unplanned like parenthood.
Banned, like books very good Huxley
What’s the crux G?
Shut em up proudly.
Call me Oscar.
Unlike the grouch you won’t find me in a trash can.
My words belong over mantels with candles that illuminate my plans.
Illuminate the land.
Some say overstand?
More like we’re under manned.
But In demand.
Supply em with your hands.
Be the feet for his feats.
Be sweet to the sheets.
Say more than your tweets.
Hear me?
I said say more than your tweets.