What Happened to the Bars?

Put my crazy in motion

Now I am a locomotive

My motor is not emotion

my Flow is not from a potion

I'm poking every rapper

And throwing him in the ocean

I'm the captain now

Of this boat which I float on

take charge like a proton

in Light like a photon

you can call me Gohan

Couldn’t wield the Sword

til future me was woken

the old me, he was broken

my Spirit's moving up

and I call that a promotion

find another rapper more devoted than me

he’ll die in my explosion

or erode from my stream

my throat is all swollen from the heat that i speak

I leave the crowd frozen, then I eat some ice cream

I don't follow no one except for the Supreme

Chai in my body, i just had to Believe

Now they keep on saying that I am too extreme

let me switch it up, this boring rhyme scheme

What happened to the bars

The creativity

What happened to the art

Hip-hop’s dignity (2)

now I’m back on the track and I’m going on attack

I’m a shark in the ocean and you better paddle back

abstract acrobat flipping over paragraphs

hear a lot of whack rap, have a pair of laughs

but this is not a joke, where the real rappers at

crackerjack insomniac

I practice at my habitat

you are a just a Pontiac

that makes me a Cadillac

God man, cause GM is our parent, Dad

I am metamorphic

my metaphors endorse it

i'm feeling so euphoric,

my bars are so historic

you can forfeit if you want

but like my man Morpheus, I believe I found the One

Jesus is my fortress

that is most important

ill’s a perfect portrait

if you’re moving with my music then you’ll get a little carsick

flow is like the arctic

freeze over your carcass

God made me an artist

way before the Garden

What happened to the bars

The creativity

What happened to the bars

Hip-hop’s dignity (2)