It’s Finally here, week one, welcome back
Fresh off six successful years in a flash
Most of which quite frankly, goddamned complex
Patterns and concepts, stories teetering conscious
We’ve gone chess, Cakes layered with tempo
Subtle phrase placed for innuendo
We’ve certainly had lows in this land
But let’s be honest, that’s better left dead… man
We’ve crowned our past champs
Now lets move on and clash hands…
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He’s been weathered by time
Aged to perfection, a leathery rind
Still, he’s been doctoring rhymes
Placement that matters, patterns designed
Weaving webs whimsically that he’s gathered in mind
Making matter with lines, painting image with words
Fluid with air, each thought’s making cadence concur
Takes the scenic route down memory lane
Consecutive 2-12 seasons were just growing pain
Now a decade removed, he fought to be average
Rhyming savage with gastric is a stretch of a habit…
But A,B,A,B sounds like a parrot indeed
But then again pay homage, without it, where would he be?
But he’s of an era removed
Black Mamba, ready to hang up them boots
But not until he’s met one worthy of holding his urn
But fuck it J, these rookies can’t match….
For now, we’ll just let our shit burn
Puff, Puff, Puff, and then pass