Seeds formed from Battling
 

Without question or doubt…
Seeds will sprout.
Fuck this platform --
Free feed for weak MC's.
Forming their styles
as they please;
all the while,
real MC's be stormin
the stages that these
wack MC's
would beg, "please,
let me on,
I'll suck your hard-on".
Its getting dark, son;
and your battles 'won' --
don't mean shit for forming
channels for your storming
EGO. Please, go…
wreck me again,
and I promise we'll be friends.
Fuck this verse.
Fuck the universe.
Everything depends
on what your smartphone sends.

Its all continuing:
once again,
we find the same trends,
and swallow them like Godsend.
Smack them around;
don't follow them down:
the hole that is emceeing
the shit that was bound to me;
and you stole from my being
when you muzzled me.

Please help me.
Release the mute button;
increase the root volume,
and listen to my hooting and hollering…
about the exciton commune.
Sit, and stay;
and press play, already.
I'm ready, and sharpshooting steadily.