Word verbs that deserve the right to be heard,
they reserve the first verse and stay sounding ubsurd,
cos the scheme and theme is an alliterative dream,
with picture perfect punches, a punctuated gleam,
of shining loquacity that's hitting capacity,
so it explodes into hard shards of linguistic veracity,
A sensory overload that explodes KABLAOW!
like the 'Wu-Tang' style, uncut and buck now.
Flourishing from fountains of a ferocious mind,
like a deluge, seeking refuge on the paper lines.
So absorb with your senses, present or past tenses,
the way it wrenches will surround you like white fences.
In the house of rhyme, they continue to tell time.
There's chain's with fat clocks, cos Flavor Flav's on the grind.
A lot of talent sounds tricky cos they're talking so glorious,
We were blessed in this biz by Pac and Notorious.
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