It’s too easy to curse
Like snatchin’ an old lady’s purse
Stealin’ a baby’s candy
Leaves my mouth sandy
Rather wash my mouth with soap
Than get down with dope
I use clean rhymes to cope
I practice my craft
Like blowin’ up a raft
Let’s float on inflation
Of my own creation
Away we go down the river
First the goosebumps then the quiver
Hold your knees when they shake
Cuz bone on bone will cause a break
Like waves I cause ripples
Pray to god these fools i don't cripple
If your mind is in jail
The rhymes will stale
So let’s keep it fresh
With wordplay to rival the best
Don’t need a chorus
Sprout lines like a florist
Give me an hour
And i’ll grow you a flower
Let me plant my seed
And a garden will flourish like the one with Eve
Word gardening I toil
Turning dirt into soil
Putting the reptiles in exile
And Landscaping with complex compost piles
Moving from analog to digital
Rhymes are residual
Not a copy, an original
Not Slim but definitely shady
Not on a whim, the body is shapely
They say only the strong survive
The longer I exist the better I thrive
So don’t try to predict the forecast
As long as there’s sun the rhymes will last
There’s an endless supply where the future meets the past
The further i go the deeper you’ll gasp
Just remember to breathe
After I leave
Or your heart will cease