Master of the Mic

Words sharper than a kitchen knife, cut through the chatter

Droppin' truths on the pavement, the concrete splatter

Verses climb skyscrapers, balance on ladders

Brain stays heavy, thoughts fatter than mad hatters

Master of the mic, wizard rhyme invoker

Every line a spell, I’m a vocal joker

Stirring pots of gold in beats I broker

Built a kingdom of words, crown steady on my shoulder

Speakin’ in riddles, tongue a Rubik’s cube twist

Hit ‘em with the venom, every syllable kissed

Ciphers revolve, a galaxy I assist

Heavy ink bleed paper, maps I script

Echoes in the alley under streetlight glow

Bouncing off walls where my stories flow

Cement jungles speak in beats we grow

Through every brick and crack, the words just roll

Quicksand traps, my lyrics still walk

Over dunes of doubt, where shadows stalk

Battlefields of silence, my pen always talk

Written with the ink of gods—time locked in chalk

Master of the mic, wizard rhyme invoker

Every line a spell, I’m a vocal joker

Stirring pots of gold in beats I broker

Built a kingdom of words, crown steady on my shoulder