verse 1 My swords swing ever still upon this pedestal I unsheathe my prowess words with will masterful A god spitting syllables Chakra infused kunai my mic His consistence is original Dragon fire mythical Forged verbiage within the den His stories told fictional Roll the swordbending grace off my pallet delectable Hes declared food war my lord draw forth the mezzaluna Swaying motion cuts to the rhythm that Im spittin Emits satsuma citrus aroma With soft spoken rhymes A unique intellectual cuisine in his mind To deliver the black gold that I mine Lamenting decisions More sour than lemons But whats to dwell Thats the line right? To be honest I despise the limelight I just want my message presented Sit back and study this art Since Ive embarked on this journey a query remark Soma inspired chef cooking heat in the kitchen Verbally garnish instrumental dishes Ive advanced stages timeleap while I write in the dark Heighten the sight watching anime fights That maximize my inspiration To translate into interpretations Thats the musical divination Squeeze lime to alkaline my sashimi With fluidity Ive parted sides with a single line sharper than Ginsus with my brutha Khensu Sunmoon hands seal tsutsuki hubris issues I know theyd like us polymath melenated mans discontinued On boom bap or bebop jazz Ill bring down the wrath on any Cerberus failing to discern us Calligraphy brought to life this story Elegant strokes with the brush Blends all elements together matrimony
mezzaluna, khensu, swordbending, timeleap, satsuma