Analogical Da Poet - The One

Welcome to the Bartrix
Where the real and the fake coexist
Where every rapper claims the title of a myth
King, God, or some legendary being
When a fake one self declares then it waters down the meaning
My composition breed competition
In a calm position to take out all oppositions
Got heart like a organ donor corona I'm fucking sick
I would die for Zion like a pelican draft pick the one
Extra curricular talking no one particular
But any agent get it adjacent or perpendicular
Nothing judicial when I flip you jiu jitsu blitz you
Like a missile through tissue you don't want the issue official the source
I'm dolo no vamonos I go harder than karma goes
Perfect timing like hitting woahs never slipping like homer dohs
I'm a giant like fee-fi-fo-fum the bottom Dababy toes
Getting high to escape the lows
Every time I'm in this booth I will let y'all know
This ain't paparazzi lights this that LeRoy glow
So picture me but your Nikons can miss me though
They beam with their canons I guess I'm special like Piccolo
Step into my session
Where every word gets dissected in sections at every second my dimension
Where my tongue is Rurouni Kenshin sharp as a sword
Come spar with a bar lord cut the umbilical cord
Straight off of writers block, free like adrenaline roller coast
Morpheus asked blue or red
Shit and I took them both
Like a crip dapping a blood I almost choked
At the foresight of fast forwarding and becoming a goat
Need a real Mamma Mia that grows on me just like Tia
Unspellable onomatopoeias when she giving head
Got to make my monster grow my Rita to Lord Zedd
Got to hustle and motivate each other like Nip said
Holy Trinity her smile a symphony zip me down an epiphany
Just the tip alone a well deserved gratuity
But that ain't new to me
Agent smith is the industry and they just all praying for the one
Cole world to the Carolinas, Dan Rand to Kun-Lun
Pun to all Boricuas Kendrick on LA leakers
Kanye to chi town before the gospel and sneakers
Said Kanye to chi town before the gospel and sneakers
Wu Tang Clan to them park hill jects
Jigga man to all of Marcy and them Brooklyn nets
Respect to predecessors continue to learn from them
I could bring up Mo towns, but I'll end with Eminem
When I'm plugged in don't bud in the mind is complex
Not a everyday struggle just to let my pen flex
Any agent want the work I'm competitive come and check
Leave the weary for the rest, Goldberg who want next the Bartrix

Written by:
Emmanuel Cooper Jr.

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