[JESODIST]

The Ugly One

This here is the story of someone who is so ugly and Nothing to Loose,
A battle rap king on his prime who loves to Outshine the Upposing Few,
Make them dissappear in the air of his mind like Smoke or Dew,
Instead of modern hip hop he prefers the Sound of Blues and Birds in View,
Sailing the ocean of his mind searching for peace Slowly he Cruise,
So outdated in time he received the Oldest of News,
Ran several times for Prom king not Achieving the Win,
Crowned by the bosses overseas and Living in Sin,
Toughened by losses there is no need to Relieve him Within,
Always eager to spit the first patienly waiting for D Beat To Begin,
Not even the sun could handle the Heat that he Bring,
Sacrificing wolves like they were Sheep in the Ring,
To you he might just be another Monstrous Apparition,
But a secret world patiently awaits to review his most Glorious of Depictions,
Notorious and Laborious on the Missions rendering Euphonious Diction,
A universal judge No one could Overturn his Decision,
His paranormal work labeled The incarnation of Evil was bound for Ominous Demolition,
He learnt it aint all about being Victorious in Competitions,
When he got Stucked in Atrocious Conditions,
Uncovered by all the Sold Posers in Position,
He would burnt them Cold with Supernovas in Addition,
A slick lyrical sniper, hits well Focused with Precision,
Destructing Cyphers Sick Cinical liars willingly Come for a Prescription,
A Genius war general with Abundant Ammunition,
Mysteriously trained by voices heard in those Redundant Shows in Television,
Disrespectful like Ted, Prevailing till his Endevours are Dead,
Getting no attention from a girls Wherever he Went,
So the uderworld is where he would Forever Descent,
he stared at the heavens knowing he would Never Ascend,
His Rap was a Waste but his Heart was in Place,
not knowing what to do with him they decided to Train the kid in the Art of Combat,
A gangsta like Borat Driven by silence wondering where the World At,
His friends were the rats and roaches that lay on the Floor Mat,
discovered recently and was made a Prodigy,
Director of Art and Economy with a Master degree in Parapsychology,
Tester of the World's most Advanced Technology,
Entering the most dangerous ghettos he would Seldomlly Trap a Felon,
His Unconcious mind makes him the perfect Weapon of Armageddon,
Poisonous rhymes ejected at fast rate Wrecking Cerebellums,
The most hated Infernal Incognito, Powers unheard off Psionically Directing a Torpedo,
Dressed like a Bandido with a titanium helmet Manipulating Metal like Magneto,
Nicknamed the faceless Unholy Prophet,
He made a living in his uncles basement Assembling Atomic Rockets,
Invisible to Many...