The Samurai Strikes Again

Hold up the samurai is about to strike again, His sword that is his trusty pen, His lyrics cut swift through the wind, A lonely soul his hurt he want to mend, But only after chopping these beats causing gore, Creating his own lore, Sounding different like horror core, Cause music is his amore, He thinks of songs while he snores, Mediocrity to him bores, It leave him sore, Wanting more, So he grabs his sword and hit the town, Sure there’s some trouble that can found, Sometimes in his thoughts he drowns, He hide by acting like a clown, That why he’s producing a crazy sound, To get his thoughts out there, So they can grow like his hair, Take away all his care, Accompanied by snare, With added flare, He’s a pompous dareaire, He is the answer, He does not pranced, He’ll skew your ass a lancer, All pretty like a lancer, Wait what That doesn’t sound tuff, But I’m recording everything like snow in the bluff, Talking in third person that is enough, I cut the beat like katana, Blind swordsman like Stevie wonder, If this was fuedal times id probably money launder, But life is so good this beats I just saunter, Cause I am a lyrical monster, That will still the thunder, I ain’t blunder, It’s about to be a hot Summer, I’m saying can take out Auku, Faster than you can say achoo, Bless you, But please realize my lyrics have grew, I ain’t the TenaciousE you though you knew,