Demostration of a Remedy

 

 

i stand on the end of my stanza's an stammer

slight twitch; twitchn

itchin 2 finish, no streghnth to finish

not able to blend,....all these blemishes

already felt squeamish

i guess i shouldve..."eatz me spinach"

hav i bn...bewitched by some witch
shud i evoke the Malleus Maleficarum

"Hammer of the Witch" the witches hammer to better oracle my grammer

or just stamper my granduer

 

i can see em, ask myself can u see em

he's peering through me in the mirror

now i hear em askn me...

can u really be a tru verbal pugalist

if u dont grand verbalize this

 

"Grand verbalizer...wut time iz it..."

 

itz time 2 spill more verbal milk, raw unrefined Silk

so bone up, an own up 2 who u are

itz inner woven in your name; therez no weave in ur name

nothin fake in ur name

so red light STOP...attemptn to thread the verbal eye of the needle

an green light GO...n2 green freedom freein pastures

 

an feel free to get past this...

 

question 2 self, question myself

why am i being so anal, when i anal-lyze this

 

Now...

do i really hav the stamina inside of me
2 bring out the vocal side of me
or will i continue 2 vocalize, locally quitely inside of me

look upon i...stare i, eye's willy wide
n2 constellations for consulation 2 console this soul inside of me
why must i continue to struggle
with this side of me
 

open mics; become...my sword in the stone

but alas
will the Aurturis king in me pull free
2 pull this evoka out of me...

remove the tightness of this chasity belt of fear from me
then chestize...this b*****d fear in me
4 testin this love inside of me 

drink finally... from fears adversaries chalice
with no swag, no malice...
an now c...
if you wanna challenge me

 

i got ballance back inside of me

 

so there's no way

u can any longer snake tail rattle me

suggestion 4 u...

all u can really do now...

iz make a request 

2 BATTLE ME...

 

Dear, Mr. Fear

 

      so u know...im lock an loaded 2 go

      sub-zero frooze positioned ammunition stanza's stand B-boy posed

      pro poised prose; r-r-READY 2 load

      an telegraphed straight to your dome...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 4 fingers an a pen poetree...

Author's Note

"grand verbalizer wut time iz it..." ( in itallics) has been taken from a songe by a group calld X-Clan

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

"an feel free to get past this...

question 2 self, question myself

why am i being so anal, when i anal-lyze this

Now...

do i really hav the stamina inside of me
2 bring out the vocal side of me
or will i continue 2 vocalize, locally quitely inside of me"

Yo, that spoke to me (even though it all hit me). I know those sentiments exactly, and that struggle. Sometimes you think you're the greatest; then the next day you think you don't have the chops to challenge the newest novice.

I like this lyrical civil war within you.

*and I hope they know where the Grand Verbalizer came from!

Peace