Sensation

Intelligence; to fill the greediest of pockets,

Explosive like 12 Bazookas rockets.

A poetical ambush to causes a recession,

Writing rhymes like it’s a daily profession.

Sharp. Like a diamond; dangerous,

One poem at a time; to become world famous.

A blur to remember, switching pace,

To nor even remember his name to his face.

No voice, No dance; no where to go,

But to pick up this joint and pet and kick it old school.

3 years difference, picked up the mature stance,

Picked up this spirit and pen by chance.

Words and ink like a golden PP7,

To the charts, a handsome 11.

Tighter; than any rusty bolt,

LRG over ground, never an underground cult.

Barkers poetical and sensational,

Infact a 22 years old, world famous original

A flight to the top recreational,

Spits and writes poems professional.

A career; to expose the vivid,

A diamond in the rough; rigid.

Snapping fingers in a underground session,

To make poetry an over ground profession.

Intellect to over come any intuition,

To make all the haters look down at this paper; superstition.

Locked trunks and closed doors,

To pick up crumpled poetry from the floor.

Sensations of music running through my veins,

To make even the lyrical underpaid.

Rhyme and rhythm; a poetic function,

Leaving the haters no room for an introduction.

A master mind and full of creation,

A step back; a poetical sensation.