(It’s better with a beat, I assure you.)

Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats,
we got M.C. Mess, droppin’ beats,
layin’ rhythms, twistin’ rhymes,
he’s been rappin’ since the dawn of time.

You see he’s more than just an ordinary
poet or a visionary
talkin’ bout the life he’s livin’,
dreams he dreams or fights he’s winnin’

He sees the future, present, past
and tells it all with rhymes that last
beyond your meager observations
beyond the dawn or fall of nations

For he, you see, is not like me,
and not like you, you best believe
he’s a powerful ex-deity
turned rapper, listen if you please

None will rise and none will dare
challenge him with words or flair
for demigods don’t lose to those
with simple rhymes and common flows…

Word.

drops the mic and walks off stage