Wordplay

My tongue is like a blade that cuts beats
And imprisons rhymes
If I wanted I could up-root trees
And blow down power lines
I’m as smooth as they come
Armed with words that don’t quit
I spit flame dart bullets
I got blood dripping off my lips
My poetic linguistics are impossible to match
Even when I throw my darts at low level speeds
Competitors still cant manage to catch
Up
To
Me
I play chess with myself, in the dark, with blindfolds on
Sometimes I rhyme for days at a time
When I forget to set my alarm
I stand on corners in the rain
With lines around the block
I love giving weak niggas a chance
The chance to take my spot
X-ray vision in my eyes
I see through weak rhymes
i'm tired of these wack niggas
commiting verbal crimes
too weak to stand
and respond to my babble
as i end another battle
for the umpteenth time.