Bravura Poem by Malevolent M.c

A.I be the malevolent Mc, lyrically testing.
B.I come with no nonsense
A.but that which is refreshing.

A.They call my mouth the verbal spit slick smith & wesson.
A.I shoot words and verbs that disect the split seconds.
A.Turns out the miasma born of ill form got a frown on ya expression.

A.Seeing stuff that never happened but regardless, recollecting.
A.I bring a sickly rhyme flow with me while you disconnecting.
AA.When i step and abuse the mic, i'm prophetically infecting.
AA.my lips exude poisen || aesthetically interjecting.

C.You better be expecting the truth, and not a fable.

A.I don't rock mics with cables, i rock em without.
B.for reasons i am not able,
A.but i smile and overcome doubt.

A.unable to get a studio and a record label,
A.So i write rhymes to beats at night on my table

A.Despite the things unstable, ya know it never stops me.
A.i spit acidic lyrical execution that's never sloppy,
A.if you ask for it, maybe talent will get in ya stockings.

C.You think you cocky?

A.I raise numberless masses of cultist,
B.wild tribes of mutants
A.Full of the people who warned and told us.
B.spearheading your nightmarish comparisons useless.
B.That will punch you so deep into the ground, yo, your smile will be toothless

C.unless your clueless,

A.you can see that i'm a lyrical deviant with secret tactics,
A.employing skills unused today like a simple mathmatical abacus.
B.Fix the apparatus,
B.I try and come with flow that hopefully doesn't bore us,
B.So i'll rock this whole beat straight, without a chorus.

C.Now check the data, don't side with the liars, side with the demonstrators
C.but watch out!
A.Curators cater to killers of innovators

A.I'm lyrically several planets, including venus, so
A.Goodluck while you try and chase the mold genus, i'd rather sit back,
A.attempt to grapple the phoenix,
A.glance at me while i stretch on the wing tips, and become the sentient being who's dreams fulfill thoughts and pleases.
A.I'm the only one who equips fiery lyrics that freezes

C.Wait, damn your sneezes, that's oxymoronic,
A.I'll give you the title of turtle and i'll call myself sonic.
B.Realesing speed's and rhymes to shatter tectonic plates.
A.And if i demonstrate, you'll call me daemonic.
B.and after it's done.
A.It will all be ironic