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