Deadly Combination

[Verse 1]
My sonnets sound like comets, when I attack
My freestyle leaves a three mile crater at the equator
From the deep impact
A natural disaster, and rapid attack
No animal, vegetable or minerals left in tact
In fact, I bombard black and whites
With hard raps like hail [and blow away in gales]
I even make you shake like the san andreas landscape
And eartquakes that rate, nine point eight on Richter scales
Then rip apart pretenders
With a freestyle that starts in the middle of March
And goes on till November
I intend to, rhyme as long as I'm alive
Catch me live, in two-thousand-twenty-five, anno domini
Been dropping lyrics since a juvenile
To rocking mics on my stag night, and down the wedding aisle
I'll even bust a verse at the birth of my first child
There's no stopping me, I'll freestyle till I'm senile

[Verse 2]
I spar with Mars and discard those who sell out for fame
I re-arrange the stars, so they spell out my name
Then at night time, my pseudonym illuminates black skies
And when I write rhymes, lines burn like [track sides]
[And whole cars] I hijack, kicks, snares and hi-hats
I breathe hell-fire to melt the polar ice caps
Then freeze the ensuing floods with a cold stare
[Pursuing the blood scent of those cos my nose hair]
[Knows where, goes spare, no clothes] I'm ruthless
I stop, cough and spit mucus at the useless
And now that i've got that off my chest let me provide a
Fighter with a dentist to remove each incisor
My speech rides the beat, the chemist I'm stayin true
I make crews say 'praise due' at my stage début
I never get to take two, I'm on point in one take
I'll be breaking new grounds, while you're taking a break
A breakthrough in future sounds thats a fitting description
Of the diction I spit in the event of any friction
Listen, as I demonstrate the power of speech
With each word I make the earth quake beneth your feet
And when the sun becomes cold, and the globe overheats
I'll retreat to the moon, and watch evolution repeat
The elite, I'll battle your whole fleet with no beat
Acapella in the street, when you meet your defeat
So we can hear, precise and clear
Precisely what it takes to make a whack rapper disappear
To be exact my pen'll bring a end to your career
Then you'll spend your remaining years living in fear

{scratch} my lyric will make a non-believer see a miracle