Word Bending - Artofficial

This ain’t rapping, it’s word bending

Lyrical acupuncture for your nerve endings

Newsense the demigod gruesome at any cost

There’s a crisis, these rhymes are priceless, they can’t be bought

Black ink runs through my veins so I writes to live

Fuck around and BLAM!

strip you of your rights to live

Consider this swift and deliberate I get rid of it

The rhythm will riddle your system with increments of significance

Sing if you can’t rhyme scream if you can’t yell it

While you sit and write rhymes I sit at home and write epics

Caution you might get nauseous don’t throw up

Quite often I get off topic but fuck it — SO WHAT?

Keep insinuating that you’ve got invigorating raps

But Incriminating acts only give my an exhilarating blast

I much rather keep my job as a word contortionist

Your life goes nowhere like the oldest kid at an orphanage

Words under my jurisdiction you’re sure to listen

The purest vision of dopeness, a euphemism describing my sonic mysticism

Shatter your silly suggestive cynicism

Opinions get split into pieces passing my mental prism

Red for antagonism, yellow for cowardice

Green for the jealousy and black for all the passionless

Immature amateurs sinister saboteurs

Meaningless matador got bullshit on your sole trying to dodge the horn

Fuck your scorn use my time to be progressive

Reality’s all perception take a view from my direction

Humble yourself for a second I’m more than competition

Listen or perceiving me from the ground horizontal position

This ain’t a game, this is more than running my mouthpiece

Start expanding the outreach, battle god for his house keys

Stretch my words across the globe like lines of longitude

If you can dig it close your eyes and let your mind consume

This ain’t rapping

This is word bending

This ain’t rapping

This is word bending