The Romantic Sonic Rap

the romantic sonic rap

get right into it like the dive of a bullet
telescopic vision shows all angles are congruent
so I reach for the trigger, caress it as I pull it
sight-gluing like the movement of Jennifer Love-Hewitt
shoot the music at whoever demands the most prudent
translucent style till the listener goes the extra mile
savor how it tastes after digging for a while
like the feeling you get after the birth of a child
its like the bang that made the earth, its loud
yeah, the song is fly, has its place in a cloud
yeah, its from the steam from people shaking about
my romantic sonic
rocking the floor with the force of tectonics
I meet your demand with my supply like economics
"in-trig" you like Math "in trigonomics"
but y'all, its simple topics as wishing on a comet
my myth in motion to convince whoever wants it

and tone it down just a notch like this....

Just like am casting a spell
smooth like a body lotion that gels
plus how am designing this well
is like the planning of war from collecting Intel
like looking to the future for where the enemy fell
my wording compels objects that normally repel
to stick together
I tell like the promise of forever
the kind a lover tells when they staring at the weather
on their backs
design a track just like that
its almost truly certain never but for now its sweet as nectar
or craft like a jewel and present it as a lecture
some law of the worlds, some fact defining nature
my tacts are like a stranger so nice they could be danger
raise the heart rate a little then extend a friendly gesture
the world that we live in, the profits and bills
gather until they form music on every paper I fill

with this ink of mine
snapshots of action and freeze the time
classics just breezing by
daily just speeding by
till one of us takes a second with this ink of mine
takes a shot of the moment and freeze the time

for certain things its the air they are hidden by
like the scar on the face of a real decent guy
dissed at hi, every time, wont let him speak his mind
cause its that cover of his skin he's living behind
I tried balancing on wheels with hands juggling balls
tryna fit into cliques, size, manner and all
disguised behind my tricks
the true man at twenty-six
banging his head to hits he don't even feel
i think life is much deeper than how breathing feels
starring upon one another [each] tryna conquer their hill
I am composing that ill propulsion of will that instils
the raw tenacity for odds the gamer normally deals
I write with diligence this magic, design like a report
a tried and true authority, a life's scholars resort
the manual to the sport of chasing dreams of every sort
I consider this the secrets of your competitor's thoughts
perilous plot's unknown
so I pick up the ground phone
ask an older head where the next thorns will come from
he said "ya goals often's the place where they will surround son"
"plus life would empty and nothing without them"

On occasion astound some, when my lyrics surround them
when the beat blends perfect with the rhythm I mouth them
the feeling's like Malcolm bright early and fresh
telling the nation of Islam he's last name would be X
composing exams, then tomorrow taking the test, is how am writing this text
is how am always the best
is how my performance is always head and shoulders above, eying the rest
and then your Judge at the Court house when you argue redress
modestly dressed my looks leave nobody impressed, am camouflaged
like a soldier with the Jungle I blends
put my opponent into trouble before he startles, descend
helpless and eye to eye with the danger he hates
Niels Bohr when the Quantum equates
Einstein when the axis relates
Plato when the scholar debates
Aristotle when the verses describes the immortal
Tony Starks when the future, it sparks out of portal
5-Star General with an Army to face a corporal
but still remain social like Gin inside my Sobo
but yo, despite the beating it seems merrier now
cause this King just told his messenger how...