My rhymes are so ill

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DJ Cul de Sac

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These are troubled rhymes I'm trying to spit
As my rhymes are unhealthy, they just ain't fit
Now normally I'm a lyrical master
My rhymes mesmerise and my beats just get faster
Known round the world, atop the Grime scene
Verbiage so dangerous it borders obscene
Mad crazy ballads, revered in my hood
Verse so illegally bangin
Po-po would shut me down for good
A wordsmith articulate in slang and prose
A lyrical gymnast, sporting gangsta clothes
But then one day my rhymes got sick
My rhymes got ill, my words weren't slick
I'm trying to tell you, but the words don't come easy
My rhymes are in poor health, my rhymes are queasy
My rhymes are in need of medical attention
I'm critical, bleeding out my vocabulary retention
Fetch some grapes, no time for japes
I've got some rhymes that aren't ship shape
Ain't no medical cover for when rhymes are ill
Asked Destiny's child to cover the costs
But they're behind on their bills
So now I'm lyrically porous
Can't find the words for a chorus
I'm spending my evenings reading a thesaurus
My rhymes are my living
My rhymes are my soul
Literally don't have the words to get me out of this hole
Have your lyrics ever been too weak for a rap battle
You can't find the right words and end up shouting out cattle
Oh hear me now, my rhymes are so sick
I can't even give you a limerick
I can't do the rhyme and that is the crime
A melody without chat, is a waste of time
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But far worse my words desert me
I was the rudest boi in the cul der sac
Before my lyrical jeopardy
Days gone by, I was on it like a car bonnet
When knocking out a sonnet
But lyrically rinsed, words deserting me
I can barely bust out a Soliloquy
I'm telling you blud, there ain't much I won't do
To just have one really tight scripted Haiku
I can see all the letters in the alphabet
Yet I can't even give you a rhyming couplet
Hold up, wait a minute, oh my days
Could I be over my lyrical malaise
These words are all rhyming
These lines are all peng
Admire the timing, as I do my ting
Brap Brap, I'm telling you now, verse is bare nang
Man's off the hook with an original twang
Realise, recognise, this boy is da bomb
Lush lyrics so hectic, reeled off with aplomb
This is far bigger than the Return Of The Mack
Allow it, believe it, this freestyler is back

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