Comeback

Slippery like an axolotl Epiphany is infinitely confirmed to be my motto Victorious, rapping like I won the lotto Soft inside, hard outside like an avocado Holding my ground repping my style like a desperado I stimulate eardrums with my voice, euphonious noise, and verses taste good like gelato Free verse rhymes, offbeat, unique, techniques I seek to impress with gusto and bravado Spit bars 24/7 till Im feeling muy cansado Camouflaged by my entourage, living large, filled with courage, tons of verses left in storage, never forged or ghostwritten, flow never bitten, constructive criticism allowed, negativity putdowns forbidden I'm a tiger crouching, dragon remains hidden Make dividends, new friends, make amends, tie up loose ends Time to set my poetry to dormancy until I get my fill and the cycle repeats again, comprehend?