Throw down, motherfuckers.

My raps remain sly, 
though I'm hopped up on adrenaline 
I'm smooth and so fly, 
though I may lack some melanin, 
They call me Drosophila Melanogaster 
but I'm more like a spider fromMadagascar, 
the rhyming webs that I erect 
are more complex than you expect 
recombining like a vulture, 
I reconnect pieces of this dying culture, 
omnisciently predicting 
your move before you make it 
your smile before you fake it 
your eyes shift side to side 
but you can't hide 
from my 
all pervasive rhyme 
I'm on your Inside Inside Inside 

Stay live like a razor blade on the foot of Norival, 
Steppin' light in the parade, among the streets of Carnival. 

Word.  Peace.  Out.

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