Operatic Slam

Verse 1:

I Don't give a damn where your unconstructive, corruptive destructive opinion stands,

Nuclear blast from operatic, vicious slam,

now no timber stands, across the lands,

Everyone laid out like silken strands,

What was ground zero, now a symbol stands,

burnt in the earth, etched in the sand,

A Black hole turns souls inward

Doomed by chosen words, uttered

They incurred,

if repeated, leave your brain injured,

Now they wither,

consumed,

shadows slither,

exhumed,

No forgiver,

expiration soon,

2 weeks, high noon,

North of Saskatoon,

Dead winter,

The boons,

Under Half Moon, death to you

Think I'm joking, fools

wind up in, yesterday's news

no clues,

your actions,

removed the safety fuse,

this payback is, overdue

goody-two-shoes,

sick of all the hullabaloos,

your story as old as the

capulets and montagus,

Hook/Chorus: X2

This is my, operatic slam,

and this is who,

the fuck i am!

Your acknowledgement, X2

My Demand,

Verse 2

Come and watch me, Boil up a pot

Cookin up Rhymes, whilst i make the beat hot,

leave the booth steamin, like a teapot,

me not, ever be caught,

or be shot,

at least not forgot,

like some forefathers,

wives and daughters,

and your honor,

you sold for some dollars,

to some door knockers,

who were charmers,

frontin' like they rep, the chamber of commerce,

Verse 3

Duval y'all,

That's my birthplace,

born and raised,

Eastside of the Northgate,

in the gun-shaped, gun state,

where we experience, man-made,

earthquakes,

since the first grade,

Bigger than a small fry,

bitch im fancy,

my plans are on some Futurama shit,

bitch I'm Yancy

I break through the blocks like I'm O.juice,

Worldstar like i just smashed you,

my words are fact too,

no matter how you react to it,

attack you,

with sporadic flow,

that's abstract too,