I get migraines in the mind-brain
when I think of all the time drains
and rabbit holes I went down trying to rhyme-splain;
my words elevate your thoughts like summadat high grade
as I vibrate this verbal tirade along the internet super skyway;
All the way to the clouds, there’s No Doubt – I don’t speak, I just do it my way,
Sinatra-level classy, but like Mute Spitter from the Rap Battle
I have you wrapped around now without saying a single word out loud;
True story, my vocabulary’s so varied that
Friday reads my shit and gets the Sunday
Scaries,
No cap like MLB salaries, I unlimit my memory and RAM these words through until T-Mobile uncarries me,
I’ll crash your mind’s prom with my mentality, like Carrie, see-
I’m a keyer, not a rapper, my demeanor’s undefeated,
I got your head a universe away, but your body’s still seated,
Melt into your chair when your mind’s done reading
cuz I’m a black belt rhymer, just gave your whole dojo a beating. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 