Poet's D O A so they say,Ha-Ha he-he,ho-Hoes Y'all thought I was dead, left me to decay,
Out on these dirty roads, where the shadows play,
Dust in my lungs,but I still find the light,
Biscuit Vision Poet,I'm ready to fight.
From the mire I rise never lost in the mist,
Cremating these ops,you don't want none of this,Y'all said I was gone,but I'm back on my grind, Dust to the wind, but the fire's in my mind,
Came from the gutter, now I'm rising supreme,
Biscuit Vision Poet, living out the dream.
Born in the grime,baptized in the Maumee’s tide,
4-1-9 where the real ones ride,
Mud on my boots, dreams deep in the gutter,
Turn pain into verses,poetry’s my butter.
Flow gritty like the streets whisper truth at dawn,
Risen dirty clean, no crown fits tighter,
Born in the swamp but run with street fighters.
Muddy waters molded me,my soul igniter,
Poet on the throne,game’s sole writer.
Came from the swamp where the snakes hiss low,
Timelines crooked but the hustle still glow,
King of the chessboard,opponents get checked,
My words cut sharper than a diamond-set flex.
Splashed with truth, river baptize the sinner,
Risen dirty clean,no crown fits tighter,
Born in the swamp but run with street fighters.
Muddy waters molded me,my soul igniter,
Poet on the throne,game’s sole writer.
Y'all said I was dead, left me on these roads of dust,
Thought I was a bust? Nah,I’m igniting that trust,
Biscuit Vision Poet, rising from the mire so malign,
Never cremated,now I'm taking back what's rightfully mine.
Watch the throne,it's a takeover, I’m the author of the crime,
Cut deep with my pen,it's going down like a rhyme.
Y'all thought I was gone, but I rise from the ashes,
Pen sharp like a blade, cut through the flashes,
I'm the voice for the voiceless,spitting fire and strife,
In this dirty South rap,I’m reclaiming my life.
Spectators think I'm fading,hear my bars cut like a knife,
I’m the barber with the wisdom,providing truths to this life,
Lyrical assassin,you can’t revive what’s lost,
I’m raising stakes high,tell me who's willing to cross?
Dread's flowing,feel that power in the air,
I turn dreams into nightmares,you better beware.
Y'all thought I was gone,but I rise from the ashes,
Pen sharp like a blade,cut through the flashes,
I'm the voice for the voiceless,spitting fire and strife,
In this dirty South rap,I’m reclaiming my life.
So remember my name when I’m carving the path, say my name,say my name,P O E T, Poet,say my name,
With a heart full of grit,I'm the aftermath.
From the mud,made a throne for my soul to recline,
Came dirty,but spit clean,divine by design.
Spectators watching,but I hold the pen tight,
Bars so sharp, cut you deep in the night,
I'm the barber with flavor,lyrical machete,y'all's confedie
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