No master of lyrics, but a vast line of gimmicks
Past time is spend on reflecting oneself in a gold calf's image
That sh** tastes bitter like old a** spinach
I home grow my sentences to make'em last more minutes
Time to repent your puny sins – Bedlam beginners
Beg for forgiveness for wearing the concept of hip hop thinner
You have the moral fiber of a Baby seal skinner
Meticulous mechanism - The innards of modern winners
Maybe I'm just being old and bitter – then so be it!
At least I'm not a slow hearted quitter - man – I'm so heated!
I won't give a startus update on Twitter – I don't need it
You will give me your lyrics to critique – I wint read it
Particle Man on the mic, It's a full treatment
For your ears, feet, back, neck and the lower regions
A poet teaching kids how to row to shore although their boats leaking
Be still, I'm still speaking
SCRATCH
Sent in the best of them, they're no menace, they're trash
Ladies and gentlemen – my temperament tend to crash
Like McEnroe, tennis, Wimbledon, sending in the smash
Microphone splintering when you're mimicking for the cash
Dismembering every sentence, it's nemesis for crabs
EGO sending them to the top, but the ending is a splash
All Depending on what's trending, I'm remembering the past
Blending it with a modernistic twist, half and half
E – it equals MC square
P- for particleMAN equals MC ‘ s scared
It's clear that you were never really prepared for this here
You don't fit into the formula
There's no MC there
So John doe, who want to be Edgar Pose
Want to be fresh with flows
Please be less accessible like eskimo's
Less decibels, less shows at less festivals
Let's mess with those whole grains
Raw rap food, let the rhythm go