Day one, using my time to
conjure up rhymes for a dime
Sublime lyrical crimes
to keep you quiet like a mime while
I make some noise like a wind chime
And stab you with a rhythmic dagger coated in rime

Day two, still doing the same thing
People calling me king while I sing
or rather rapping my heart out
to the point I even scream and shout.
But that's what it's all about and if you don't think so,
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and
suggest you get the f**k out

Day three, well I guess I shouldn't have swore
However, I did and I'll do it more
till my body is sore
Just kidding, before you come in, knock on the door
Still won't open it though, since I'm rotten to the core
Haven't I told you this before?

Feel free to write on my mind that's a blank page
I'm like a beast in a cage
I can't be tamed because I'm in a rage
You can't stop me from fuelling the fuel gauge

Rhythmic diesel gets me pumped, literally
On the cliff I'm the one that jumped, it hurt a little really
The lines are all clumped up, it's quite silly
Be silent and listen since you're dumped, sorry for being chilly

On second thought, never mind, you'resistant to cold
It's obviously your fault for being so bold
Just do you what you're told, your style is old
Your humorous tries are gold but I'm here, so behold.

Every single day from the a.m. to the p.m.
One should try his best and carpe diem
Just please listen to this requiem
I'll make it obvious so you can see 'em

Negative thoughts are diseases, it's rife
Hang on, what are you doing with that knife
Learn to make the most out of your life
Before you're ****** by the reaper's scythe

It's still your choice, I'm just voicing out my opinion
Take the Hobson's choice, and we'll rejoice.

Move aside, let me put this mic to use
Your purpose on the stage is just to amuse
My next trick, some lyrical abuse

Pay attention now, no excuse
You think you're a bomb? Well I'll just defuse
Be a good sport and be in time for your curfews

I'm the captain, watch me navigate (Gorillaz reference)
Words to fabricate and rhymes to calibrate
Eradicate everything until you're forced to abdicate

If you're going against me, you'll need a magistrate
Activate the **** switch, we can't let him retaliate
Ready for arms men? It's time to annihilate

To me, this talent I have is innate
And you lack it, great.

Life's considered by many as a win or lose, maybe a draw-game
For most, victory is achieved along with fortune and fame
Honestly, that's a lie, what people are trying to claim
Being poor and happy or being rich and happy, isn't it the same?
Wealth provides a gap, but you can be satisfied without it, no shame
It's just the beast of appreciation that we have to tame

A loss, however, is when a person gives up on his existence
For instance, when he/she's facing depression and keeps their distance
They need assistance, but don't get it because of passive resistance
Even with the insistence of their peers they keep up a stoic appearance
With a fake smile written over their face needed for subsistence
No other choice, they're presence will turn into a reminiscence

What about a draw? That's probably when one's life isn't fulfilled
Everything they built is destroyed, to gild the truth that
blood was spilled.

This is an argumentative essay in the form of a poem
Don't gotta have the incentive to test me because I know 'em
Many more lines to come 'cause I'm a rhythmic jeroboam
Some lyrical crimes to come but I'm not sure what to talk about, so um

Hmm politics, a very controversial topic
It's microscopic, because the government's still myopic
Come on, don't hide the truth that's catastrophic
Now how on earth do we abide laws and be patriotic?

Okay, education, something we do not properly attend to
As a result, kids become aberrations, that like to, well, offend you
When a boy fails a test, he just needs to make amends and who
is to say that he can't improve? Most pretend it's untrue

Pressure to subdue, hard times to push through
There isn't any choice, we just have to make do
What I just talked about, are pretty much taboos
Rough waters ahead, but I'll still paddle my own canoe.

Procrastination is the thief of time
And that's why I make the most of it when I put together every rhyme
With my words I'm committing a crime
Not satisfied? Then here's a dime

These lines are too bitter, let's add some lime
Be quiet like a mime because I'm
breaking down these words like an enzyme
I'll grime your dignity because I'm sublime

Well I might be exaggerating a little bit
But nevertheless don't fiddle with it
Come here and let me tell you a riddle, sit
No one wants to watch an infidel spit

There's no use being a flagrant hypocrite
So I advise you to just grit your teeth, and quit.