Time and time again when I write with the pen, I rhyme another bar and then I start it all again, often in a state of zen without strenuous intent when my energies immense, and intensely condensed, into every single element that generates my strengths immeasurable extents when my penmanship commences. In other words I’m at expert at writing rhymes.
My psychological designs likely rather hard to find so insightfully I shine since I’m a psychic mastermind inside this psychedelic shrine of divine paradigm as my rhymes intertwine inside these patterns I align through my telepathic eye used to read between the lines as the kundalini energy ascends through my spine as I combine rhyming lines inside my stylist designs that I precisely refine, time after time, rhyme after rhyme, is rightfully defined, as fine art design, so truly I can say it’s due to destiny and fate, why some people choose to hate, yet they ain’t doing what’s innate, because they need to understand why loves a stupid thing to waste, so hear me prove my debate as I choose to vibrate in the Buddha Mindstate as my pupil dilate while I’m smoothing my pace right in tune to the bass while exuding all this grace for my humans to embrace that’s tryna loosen off the weights, while grooving to the bass and kinda screwing up their face cause my musical taste is quite crucial to intake for the human Mindstate, as I utilise this space to reduce crime rates through moods I awake using truths I convey, as I do amaze, IQ’s raise as I use high rates of rhymes you might say, are too nice, wait, my truth isn’t fake, since I’m too wide awake with my tunes I create, it’s quite the futile trait, to scrutinise mate since my gratitude is great! Think you’d like to collab? HMU! 🥂🥳
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