the land of mcees 1st take

I'm from land of the emcees, straight outta the south bronx, I have descended with full clips ,like Dice, we shooting from the lips yeah like whip ,I like all the girls with the curvy hips. I'm a fly guy dipped,been chiseled , like a chip off the top of the block .I step in a room , bring the boom bap out the dark , brushed with a stroke of genius .this the craft ,and the Art. like Noah, born in March, walk upon my arch . I plan to lead the Blind out the dark. back to future, and that first spark live from that first park .one trip , back to the essence .GOD'S and EARTH'S are all present. like pupils, open your books time 4 another lesson .flows , by , punchlines ,delivered in furries, no hooks, and no worries. two emcees, mano amono ,going for the glory . like combat veteran's , dealing with PTSD the battles of past wars stay within me. I got foes but no enemies. I pray to God it's where you send me ,if these war bars , ever end me. see these war scars I got good and plenty. my cup runneth over, like Ramadan and pass over . the truth shall be resurrected,by ten folds and by three tribes , like a trilogy it was written on tablets before it was delivered to the people by way of rappin and spittin. tap your feet ,to the beat and hear this heat .heed the warnings of the defeated.like the agony of the defeated, and the thrill of the Victory. it's a wide world of sports . offered by opponents and cohorts .of this blood sport. like eyewitnesses news and eye wrote a report.full term of new births, and no aborted versions .no hail Mary's the crews and styles may vary. but the fundamentals remain the same . from the burning Bush and the eternal flame. no king or queen can forever reign for this the kingdom of the once crowned and just slain ..nuthin and no one, stays the same. every thing must change . the young become the old ,misterys do unfold. cause that's the way of time, nuthin and no one goes unchanged, there are not many things in life you can be sure of , except, rain comes from clouds . the sun lights up the sky , and humming birds do flyyyyyyy. this is lord bys.my prized possessions , my lyrics being discussed by the best of all us. I search to bring the best out of all of us . one mic , and rhyme at a time. from the most beautifulist minds of our times .in the rythm of our Gods design..you can be the best but not of all time . you only as good as your last battle and your last rhyme. there is no greatest of all time . just emcees who delivered bars the best of there time. to a bunch of enquiring minds rhyme by rhyme. just minutes of our lyrical times. intuned and refined.and newly designed. to be labeled as the best of our kind. .