Crunch Poem by Malevolent M.c

Now i write so furious simultaneous an curious, becoming delirious so silly and serious, lyrics always mysterious, you know how i write, an i rhyme i connect dots in spots || outta sight || within the hype of your mind. I burst words devine, i'm inclined to speak for the ones who are confined, you see i sign signatures on pictures i paint with scriptures i stricture, leaving the figures i configure destined to wither, i flow qoutes i sew through lines as snow || goes in the winter, in last im still the winner, living lyrics i give spirit towards the life of a sinner.
Speaking of seasons, i speak easy for the treason for the reason i am speaking you know i am breathing the true meaning of these words i be seeding. Leaving hope for the ones who are no longer believing, feeling the ceiling but hoping for bright blue sky, i try to supply as i imply truth in the words i apply. Never deny and defy i broke notes with the sharp stare of my eye, who's is this guy?

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I be the malevolent Mc the Axiom


The kid who floats on the air, i felt despair before but now i don't care. The message of the sentence is like a breath of fresh air i swear i tear through lines fully aware, so i say my prayers, to prepare and declare those i scare like the darkness scares in the lairs.
You know i upset heat with beats and rhymes i speak hotter by atleast 10 more degrees, Can't you see? Malevolent Mc flows lyrical on the breeze, just like the leaves that fall from the sky, right through the trees.
Past the trees is the sky, where the birds to fly together in a V, to follow protocol though they are free.
Breathing Malencholy, an Malevolently is the way i display the words that i speak, somewhat unique, it's my physical physique to show my tehcnical technique to critically critique mankind on top of beats. I feel i am at my peek as i spit words habitually in everyday that makes up a the length of a week,

So now you know, the words that i flow go like the top layer of snow in the wind as it blows, the words are never for show, but always a demonstration of struggle i feel, i rhyme about things i see outside my windowseal, i try to appeal to an audience of people who think, about why things are the things they are through the eyes wich we see.
Now i want you to inhale really deep, and think about the lines i say in the duration you breath
To release the tension, I take a piece of paper and pen and create an invention or a keyboard and screen the words i type click clack as my mind streams the schemes i intervene into your system with such lyrical extremes.
You look at me, and open your hand and mouth to exclaim your remark. A penny for my thoughts, the lines the copper sparked are worth a dime in comparison before i even start. I open my mouth, and begin to pick apart, subjects i stream through my system starting from the heart. What once was a thought flows into art i recite send my message through any medium that is there, from my mouth, to the mic, out the speakers through the air.

Graze your hair, and begin to bang on your eardrum, spit ryhme till my feel numb, phase on time till i become, the only one who hasn't seccumbed to become hebetudinous. If you look at the world you'll find it's not so pulchritudinous. But Rather a Multifaceted surface filled with angels and demons, oppresion and freedom, beauty and ugly catagorized in 4 different seasons. Clearly breathin, I never wanted to be accoladed, but just merely noticed, seen, looked at, sincerely noted and clearly qouted.
But i see I'm just a scratch in your photograph, a notch on your belt, all the emotions you've felt i seem to have delt.
For Myself, These words, always the antonym of calm, some so long, if you don't understand half that i drop, three w's DOT dictionary.com
It seems I was assigned to become of a leviathan of lines, i never believed in destiny untill i started to rhyme.

I am an instrament that you play with your love, the sounds i make dictate the lines i put down never void of the inspiration from above