Lyricism 101 - #1: 30 Bars

I, Brando, my M.O. is to artistically craft and code my pre-draft bars in cryptic graft odes If I bestow you with forebode you can mathematically know how to decode my lyrical nodesTailored like Victorian Spode, my Machiavellian mockish modes spew Luciferian hypnotic bodes My pessimistic poetic gloats goad you like a shepherd to goats makin' ya Sa node heat up & explodeMagniloquent-mastered Rap Kings eloquently entertain with keen words collegiately earned And unheard by the herd of other DDO arguing nerds unconcerned about the lyricism you yearnSo I rap rhetorical riddles with Splurge, with a surge of aesthetic converge that cannot be submergedAlways avoiding a trollish urge to diverge into self-cataclysmic words that can scourge me in a purgeI articulate into nouns & verbs the thoughts you anticipate with a wait that makes you salaciously salivateTo fascinate your innate desire with debates that palpitate your heart rate similar to orgasmic ejaculatesI formulate verses to escalate and unlock the brazen shock that I rock that enemies can’t fold or knockI’m economically hot like brokerage stock, ripped like the Rock my logic is on the dot like an African SpockI'm an international clock ticking non stop, my debut was mocked a lot, now you shall jock—not my cockBut like a Bangkok Christian flock--my en bloc lyrical Kingdom built like Fort KnoxDon’t decry my rap vibe & inequitably deny this lyrical Apple Pie you see with your right eye I spy like the Thai and battle cry a written manifesto guide dictated by a custom-made fly guyIf a seeker attempts to try to dishonestly imply a truth as a lie or I will tie his wig to a demiseIn the sky like the Most High I'll ignore his cry as I roast him like hot rye then burn him in hot lye He's antiquated like the Stone Age against this Lyrical Mage, "Hocus Pocus" I infect him with phageI engage debating barricades to wage a raid and buckshot verbal rage like a sawed-off gaugeDisengage my striking curse, my birth shade will eternally fade this rube like a faded tan to beige You backstage groupie, like old age Nicolas Cage, senile nigga, you are a previously read pageMy darkness thirsty, I shadow Kings like Presley, a global phenomenon don’t test me, I show no mercy Kickin’ like Wesley, I'm a Blade against you Truthies, infect both you beasties with obesity like Kirstie I Juicin' my girlfriend with my Gin, my blue Bic pen my best friend like R&B then was to Boys to MenMy written rhymes blend into your mortal soul like carnal sin, again and again you shout “Amen” Count up to 10 by then I've captivated 110 American women: singles & triplets & many twenty-ish twinsMy kiss is in trend, ask Kara Lynn: do I transcend elation when I extend into her thin divided skinDon't pretend I don't impend cause I’m a wolf to you hens, a vulture to you wrens, I brutalize cowardly menSuspend 'em like a f@g end, conquer 'em like Eisenhower did Berlin, replay it on CNN, I close with “The End.”a la mode -with ice cream on top or on the sideSpode -a brand of fine English porcelainSa node -a specialized bit of heart tissue that controls the heartbeatgoad -a verbalization that encourages you to attempt somethingmagniloquent -(especially of language or ideas) extravagant and loftysplurge -http://www.urbandictionary.com...diverge -extend in a different directionen bloc -all togetherphage -a diseasePresley -Elvis, King of RockWesley Snipes - martial arts actor who played the character Blade in the Blade Trilogy; also a diss against Blade of Truth, Truth Seeker, & the half dozen other debaters with "truth" in their online name.Kirstie Alley -an obese actress who can't seem to lose weight no matter what diet she does.beastie -another name for a germf@g end -the time of the last part of something