What would you say to me if I wrote these lyrics?

Question by R. Killsbury 3000: What would you say to me if I wrote these lyrics?
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I got bored with four beats to the measure
Professor speech compressor terminated his tenure to explore a more rewarding adventure
Take a closer look at the bars
You’ll see I’m not behind them or in front of them, I’m one of them
Started with a hundred, The Game spit 3 I said “Fuck It!”
I’m a have to show these niggaz something
Too easy, who’d believe me if I said that it wasn’t?
The rhyme is a weapon I bust it the Brotherhood got me covered
OP orders with coordinates where to drop mortars
I drive forward Sandstorms make my eyes water
Skull is a submarine hull
Dolphin phones screen calls from places as far away as A.G.C.R.
The rhymes are raw, deeper than yours, you crawled before you walked but
didn’t think about you thoughts before you talked
We spit for sport – I won you lost
but you paid them off to nail my corpse to a cross
This is “The Greatest Rhyme Of All Time” supposedly
1000 Bars it will probably always be
Mentally top heavy, not many can rock with me, 10
Hip Hop could not bench me so they plot to suspend me
I said “Nobody benefits, Everyone perishes”
I tell them this, They say “Here….it’s time for your medicine”
Imagine being fined over a rhyme? For stepping over the line?
When I inspired Hova & Nas
I listened to ’44 4’s’ 22 times
“I Gave You Power” God stop my heart if I’m lying
You like Red or White Wine? Let’s talk about it I’m buying
Let’s talk about the children of Zion, excuse me if I start crying
The Art Of Rhyming? I’ve mastered it certainly, 20
surely I’ll celebrate capturing it for my Taxidermy
From the streets of New Jersey to Germany
To jungles in Angola where most the meat poachers heard of me
The Ice Truck Killer will be observing me perform surgery
Ritual Widow Murder – searching for her urgently
Mix the blood so it don’t coagulate
The sex magic won’t work if the bitch masturbates
I put her on cloud 9, look at her face
A cumulus lenticularis – a capsule in Space
You will become acquainted with my cryptic language, 30
and my mystic manners, Rip spit bananas
Systematic Global geographic systemic Neo-synapsis
Reload the graphics notice I spit it rapid
Advanced Step In Innovative Mobility
Most emcees try to clone me lyrically
My cell chemistry is a mirror of who I am physically
but my true symmetry is energy
The Will of Claude Ashur, The skill of Germaine Father Author
Poor Pauper Pastor
more than a rapper, 40
My body is a human machine my dreams filter in between
Just wait until I build my machine
Kill you with weed vapour, then a Taser
then a Laser, then a Maser, then a Phaser
Then something they call Scalar
“That is not dead which can eternally lie
and with strange aeons even death may die”
But why? Coup de grâce for the coup d’État
In a man made lodge the Moon Rays replace God
I think I’ve had about enough of your tough talk
Come over here take my cuffs off, I promise you we’ll just talk, 50
No biting allowed just bark, Don’t run just walk
Battle Rap there is no such art
Emotion manifests Thought, Thought manifests Words Actions & Reality
This is not fantasy
If you question me, you will be detained indefinitely
Your name will be added to the Black List Registry
I’m a scruffy old man, with bloody cold hands
on my arm is a tattoo of a sullied old brand
If I am not myself, then how would I be?
If I do not look tell me how will I see? 60
The Law Of Attraction is attracted to me
The Laws Of Poetry in action is practiced quite actively
I look at my face more than anybody else
I still can’t recognize myself
I don’t need anybody but myself
when I’m rhymin’ like this I don’t need no help
But…..Thank you for your purchase, these verses have perennial purpose
But on the other hand these rappers are worthless
at least from MY interconnected introspective perspective
the more pretentious, the more apprehensive the sentence, 70
You are lazy and you wanna’ be the best? You crazy!
The Best Train EVERYDAY of the week
My lyricism amplifies every letter written
Rip The Jacker spitting inside a Zero Vector System
Brain waves reveal High Yield E&D Fields
Chew emcees like I’m eating a meal
A bunch of fake niggaz tryna keep it Pseudo Real
A bunch of fake King Midas’ with fools gold grills
My microphone was found where the Mayan Sun Stone was
The Period of Purification in my Poems, 80
Mad Max beyond Thunderdome under Red Rock
It’s no use if you can’t use what you got
buried in a mass grave covered in bones
my cell phone number’s placed on their tombstones
Your girl Gertrude promised me her servitude
she better do it I don’t wanna have to hurt you dude
I’ll eat from the same portion as you
just in case you try to poison my food but I want you to
I’m a Deer Hunter all year if I could spare summers
fucking your whore of a mother in front of her queer husband, 90
wide lens wide mattress she’s an actress this is Monster Ball practice
I’m Big Billy Bob Black Angus
You and I can sit and look at eac
KK Blew it

Best answer:

Answer by K.K (313)
u didn’t write it so im not gonna say anything.

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