Poetic License

Meat cleaving for sickles and heat seeking missiles Power drills penetrating deep in your dimples Hollow tips that'll spray you from your feet to your temples I get more powerful from each instrumental Now I'll break your ankle so you can't run Come at you from angles where you won't have none This shit fat as fuck please excuse the pun I'm like Neo overcomes after zero the one And Only the Holy Spirit is on me vocally I'm a KobeS omebody give me a trophy Kill the game like Shinobi shoot 'em down like a bogey Smoke them all like a stogie I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi You can't match the energy the poetic imagery Metaphor similes or the hardcore delivery Whether a friend the enemy you niggas finna see If you a hater I am showing no sympathy All you know my fucking name I got a lot of game For you I'm so insane I do this shit I'm trained For this I do my thang in this I'll show you lames I'll win I draw and aim And then I'm a hit him like Bang Can you understand the mechanics of this lyrical savage It's like physical violence causing critical damage These digital ballads are like a biblical passage My mental imbalance is a literal canvas That's painting a picture of the craziest mixture Of rhyme perfect timing and phrases that injure Bring the shit to your porch like the Daily edition Each line I design is like a painful decision Without anesthesia you might catch a seizure Fucking with me on this mic you must have amnesia I'm Illmatic it with mine don't need a rapper the feature Just depends how I feel on how badly I beat you Got a license for it and a nice assortment Of knives and forks to slice and dice a dork If I apply some torque you're on life support I'll even smile in court at the trial and walk like All you know my fucking name I got a lot of game For you I'm so insane I do this shit I'm trained For this I do my thang in this I'll show you lames I'll win I draw and aim And then I'm a hit him like Bang