Rap God

Tongue-twistin’, my diction a friction ignition,

Verbal ammunition, a tactician on a mission.

Mind's a Rubik's Cube, spin it to new dimensions,

Every line’s a weapon, syllables cut with precision.

Fast forward, rewind, my flow breaks the timeline,

Quantum with the rhyme, bending space in my prime.

Dictionary’s scared of me, hiding in its spine,

Spit encyclopedias, paragraphs intertwine.

Rap god, no facade, this is the modus operandi,

Bars hit harder than a pound of wasabi.

Infinite in the rhythm, got no boundaries to define me,

Bow to the deity, lyrical origami.

Supernova explosions when my pen touches the page,

The ink is volcanic, I’m erupting with rage.

Spit flames that melt glaciers, rewrite the Ice Age,

Every line’s a monsoon, drown the drought in the cage.

Tongue acrobat, backflip over syntax traps,

Puns in the air, wordsmith booby traps.

Got the crowd in awe, every stanza’s a relapse,

My rhyme scheme’s a labyrinth, you’ll never collapse.

Rap god, no facade, this is the modus operandi,

Bars hit harder than a pound of wasabi.

Infinite in the rhythm, got no boundaries to define me,

Bow to the deity, lyrical origami.