Mic Check Madness

Runnin' through the jungle with a mic in hand,

Words sharper than a sword, call it verbal sand.

Got the crowd shook, earthquake on demand,

Bars cold, freezer burn, got 'em in my command.

Turn the page, I'm the sage in a scribbled book,

Got rhymes so seasoned, chefs wanna cook.

Stackin’ lines tower tall, no one overlook,

Beat poundin' hard, hearts snagged on the hook.

Mic on fire, can't fake this game,

Smoke from the booth, carving out my name.

Crowd goin' wild, uncontainable flame,

Forever in the music, never sound the same.

Streets talk whispers, I'm the loudest phrase,

Time-travel flow, through centuries I blaze.

Point guards in the game, makin' clutch plays,

Rhymin' heavyweight, countless accolades.

Got style so slick, no grease on my kicks,

Blueprint in my head, built pyramids with bricks.

Turn foes to fans with a couple of tricks,

Double shot of lyrics, lethal dosage in the mix.

Stand tall like monuments, press replay,

Echo through your soul, music ricochet.

Champion in the ring, never fade or sway,

Hero of my own story, paved my own way.