BLACK - Padmasana

[oats]

This was the kind of "flex" I like since it's not a flex in the sense that typically gets thrown about here (braggadocious shit), but a flex of skill and literary muscle. There wasn't any discernible thread tying it together as a whole, rather a bombardment of individual flashes of dopeness. Opening lines may be my favorite - that second line is so smugly honest and cold and intelligent - though they're rivaled by the section of liver and heart down to over too soon. Of course the part mentioning me was obviously the best part, I will revel in the big butt beauty for you.

It's clear you've hit a point where you're confident to just release and let your rhymes take you, and you're confident enough in your talent to pull it off as well as you do. Not much to critique here, though I hope to see you tackle a more singular subject soon; I think this is more natural for you, but some of your most memorable verses bloom from a more focused angle. Great verse per usual.