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Peace and blessings manifesting Give thanks to the GodPoet for Thy Lessons number 2 Pencils and Compositions are my best Weapons Whenever I am emotionally venting I scribble on the paper like a Mute that's how I shoot when My voice is not in use by choice I write hard like the Teachers do on Chalkboards making hella Noise when I'm In position there is no cure for my Addiction I am committed to spitting I never really compete because it ain't no competition Sometimes I freestyle and sometimes the verse is written I take pride in my work I be WordSmithn' Verbatim hitting letters like a game of badminton My tools are miniscule I am a Rapper at Heart and a Poet by Soul every story I tell is Worth more than Gold In this Realm I can unfold full Control l fuel on Pure Energy my lyrics Are electricity You get more of me like Multiplicity I love to write horizontal so my words are Symmetrical Getting you tongue-tied is one of My best Rituals John Wick Killed Slick Rick I Love Me some Thick Chicks They Play mind Tricks Wise Grips The Mic Real Quick So on and so on Crazy stuff I come up with While I'm in my RhymeZone And I rhyme strong The non-believers cannot stop my progress my mission is Words of Wisdom and it is a Process I inherited the latchkey so I'll always have access My development was under arrest I took off the mental shackles now I'm relieved of Stress Oh and believe me this is cheap therapy I'm giving you the best that I got For Free I hear Beats in my sleep I see Raps in my dreams When the Vertigo kicks in I am On another scene If you try to research my flow you get an error 404 Because I'm higher than the Angels and they're Halos I am From the farside of ever Angle There isn't any place that I Cannot go If I should ever run out of paper I'mma used A Tissue Roll And write about my Bunghole Word to Cornholio If I lose any of my Utensils I'ma go off my Impulse and Teleport back to the Booth like Bill and Ted just to collect more Lead so my Thoughts can be Fed.... Ghost Wryter The Ghost writer begins another chapter Powered in selfmaster my eyes shine like Smooth lights peeking from a cloud    I'm in tune with the footsteps from   The movements of the crowd   They're marching towards the lights on Accord like a choir bowing down and begging to the Lord Almighty Messiah,