Stoic Response - Haiku D'Etat

They be saying…

Man… emcees be acting all bad

And they never be over there sounding just like my homie Ab

He had the same reaction

Response was stoic

You’re sitting there telling him something

Like he don’t know it

I know they holding they breath

They ain’t got many notes left

It’s there for the taking yo rep

Might be one you gone regret

Yo we ain’t fearing they form

They whole spirit gets torn

Crown imperials worn

They ain’t prepared for a war

Ay yo I heard that verse

Wasn’t hella choppy at first (was you?)

I heard your last outburst

I know me serving you hurts

Opposition stop jawing and lipping

I’m rock to your scissors

And dulling your blade’s incision

I’m knowing they got props

At a similar end of the spectrum I know they flow off the top

In a resembling way of the veterans But we’re loaded with epinephrine

Adrenaline rush you give me the go

Pretend to be us how insidious and unoriginal

Man… emcees be biting they fake

And they be over there

Sounding just like my homies Ace

He had the same reaction

Response was stoic

You’re sitting there telling him something

Like he don’t know it

Man you don’t think I know my flows

Are good for the biting

While I’m writing reciting

Trying to give the whole world everything I got

They got they one sided karate

Me I flow jeet kun do you think you know?

To harness the energy within the person who’s the weapon

While searching for shoes to step in

You wound up with a mirror image of me

Some call 'em Aceyalone clones I call 'em students

Sir Isaac Newton laws of movement creates the mutant

Mutation & adaptation go hand in hand the strong survive

They’ll eat me alive if I don’t find a new ocean to dive

A newer sky to dive

Do or die eyes still on the prize

And from what they comprised

Further more lets me know I’ve arrived

Our contribution & influence won’t be taken lightly

Freestyle foundation generation might be slightly

Off to the left I mean

Fight to the death extreme

Look at me I’m a microphone fiend

Take 'em to a place no other MC seen

Man… emcees be stylin' their rhymes

And their cadences

Be sounding just like Myka 9's

He had the same reaction

Response was stoic

You’re sitting there telling him something

Like he don’t know it

Heroic in proportion the amount of respect

That’s been shown to an orphan with a warped intellect

I take no credit for my success neurosis

From where the hopeless seek a cure in proper dosage

Check a positive prognosis

To endure death threats for wasted talents

Or so it may upset the chemically imbalanced

Boldly approach next challenge

With an Alien wrench in a clenched fist

To produce an alley stench and inch by inch

These historic pros off the dome or written flows

Gets harder to quote which raps I wrote

Pinch Mike since I’d never admit it

I’d spit one style and someone else’s whole career created?

Just one bright moment serving an opponent

In any format befitting

They can put their child through college

Only if they bit it and ran with it

I polished off these phonies with follies

I concocted underworld

And mainstream flowwers are my spermatozoas

I got great-great grandchildren in rhyme building

Some make millions and some get not deal no salary

When imitation is the highest form of flattery

Man… emcees got helluva rhymes

And they be over there

Sounding like they got y’all timing

We had the same reaction

Response was stoic

You’re sitting there telling us something

Like we don’t know it