Just keeping my mind fresh, Jimmy. Sometimes my head gets congested with too many thoughts and lines and it works best for me to just jot them down and relieve myself of the headache. Sorry that it's lyrical again.
You'll find none finer than the Divine Rhymer.
The way I flame, they call me Heat Finder.
I'm the beat binder, diggin' beneath the surface like a deep miner.
My eyes are on the prize, and so I'll rise to the skies like a fleet glider.
You couldn't shoot me down with sidewinders or pathfinders.
A mystic chimer, my thoughts distort visions like excess eyeliner.
Mountain climber - straight to the top, I stay higher.
The defined refiner of the alphabetical designer.
But don't call me a rapper, I'm a poetic lyricist
It just so happens that I rehearse and preach more verses than angry Biblicists.
Speak and curb words of ancients, the fancy classicist.
Dissecting the English language with my tongue like a handy geneticist.
See I'm clever with...making my mind elevate to creative levels, kid.
You're blessed to witness it.
Ignorance...is the only thing stopping you from comprehending this
I combine wordplay with thoughts to conjure perfected synthesis.
It's a work of art when I project my sentences onto paper with the utmost of etiquette.
Let the truth behold, this very well might be the greatest story ever told.
Worth its weight in gold, but never sold.
My mind ventures in threefold.
It'll take more than one man to conjugate this verbal threshold.
I'd change Heat Finder to "Heat Miser."
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