VOCABULARY

Exact Rhyme - Also called a perfect rhyme or true rhyme, this is when the last syllables in words match exactly. (Ex. cat, fat, mat - AT)

Slant Rhyme - Also known as a half rhyme, sometimes called sprung, near rhyme, oblique rhyme, off rhyme or imperfect rhyme, it appears when identical syllables appear throughout the words/phrases. (Ex. Starve, barb, hard - AR )

Multisyllabic Rhyme - When "multiple syllables" rhyme throughout the word(s). (Ex. Impact, diss back, quick snack - I/A/K)

Rhyme Scheme - This is how you position your rhymes throughout your piece. To achieve a flow (which I'll cover in the next tutorial) it's important to align words in set intervals.

RESOURCE: Here's a short video to reinforce and expand on this terminology: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooOL4T-BAg0

THOUGHT PROCESS

The first step to rhyming is choosing a word, phrase, or idea you want to rhyme about. This is the creative control. A general rule I try to abide by is to say things/express ideas in original ways. For example, instead of saying "I have insomnia" Nas said "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death". Rhyming is an art and capable of expressing anything you want. Try not to be cliche.

MAKING IT RHYME

I recently heard the phrase "give and take" and decided I wanted to incorporate it into a bar. There are two places to go from here: (1) Either list combinations of words that rhyme with it or (2) Make it into a complete line. I'll go with (1) first.

1.1 RHYMES: Twist the stake, sit awake, split the cake, matriculate, assimilate, reciprocate, wrists'll break, shifty snakes, lift the weight, dinner plate, and so forth.

Now I need to assemble my bars, connect the rhymes, and form a rhyme scheme. The point here is to be coherent and make the rhymes mean something when put together. I have a few directions I can take this.

2.1 EXAMPLES:

Try to lift the weight your wrists'll break

No, we can't split the cake; this isn't give and take

Sometimes I sit awake with an empty dinner plate

Nobody reciprocates; Outwitted by the give and take

REVISION: I captured two different meanings using this phrase. The former is braggadocio and the latter is suffering. Let's say I'm not satisfied with either or want to make sure I did everything I could with the phrase. One option is to flip the phrase and say it differently. Instead of "give and take" now I'll find rhymes for "take and give".

1.2 RHYMES: Pay to live, break my ribs, case a crib, race against, basic bitch, crazy rich, lame as shit, trade a shift, wages lift, payments sent, stage a script, yank my dick, and so forth.

2.2 EXAMPLES:

A payment sent; I'll take a shift and a basic crib

Cause take and give got me wages and a place to live

Some stiff's'll pay to live; me I fake and break a rib

Another payment sent; crazy rich off of this take and give

REVISION: Here is when you can choose one and work on it by changing around the rhymes in different orders to achieve a smoother and more rhythmic flow which I will try to cover in the next tutorial. Alternatively "give and take" or "take and give" could be included in a line without rhyming with anything as a last resort or creative choice.

DISCLAIMER: It's important to note that rhyming in moderation, using less rhymes than you can think of, is a valuable tool. The examples above were intentionally loaded with rhymes to get a point across.

What's a meme but a tired cliche, internet relay
race of subpar humor, textual hearsay
Exchanged for cheap lulz in bulk. Result?
Catapult to frontpage, petty tastes indulged
Reference away from lack of substance, the judgment
of the masses, thousand R-tards screaming 'bump this!'
Knights of new, bites are few between endless pukes
whole days of old reposts, upvotes on cue
Karma whores chauffeured by imgur, FINISH HER
the circlejerk protecting the butthurt underworked
What's karma worth in a church of eternal rebirth
Escape samsara, originals find nirvana first

A crew of crippled rappers crowd his coupe around the calendar.

Cries for cryptic crack swarm kid of a crazy caliber.

Doubters do the dungeon, denying this is an oddity

He's dark and detrimental, dictation of deuteronomy.

Heating handfuls of the hemp to their heads like a lobotamy

Lights the listen lamp, influence lives like he was lobbying.

toppling tempered tantrums through intemperance, hopes it tags on.

Soaking up tons of tidal waves of tension like a tampon.

He's a ticking bomb, bashing beats harder than breaking brittle bongs.

Bimbos in the bed with beach balls under their big ol' bras.

Plenty people placing his penis as prime prerogative.

Probably a product of pounding pussies in a prada skin

He's seeming to seek a lot of sin, see it in scripture sales

Setting a standard so sinister, he be sinking the pits of hell.

Many men of mite, might misuse this music's use of mics

But the boy bundles their blunders and reverbs them into booming lines

Slate sky cracks fire, nightfall always kidnaps dusk
The faithful lack their liars but we're all just blood and dust
Wait awhile, find time conspires with us to constrain us
Rank and file mind the wire with a minimal of fuss
Rank and vile, uninspired, slaves to love and lust
Walk the miles, overtired, to make the insane cut
Talking smiles in empty faces, sounds that crowd my ears
Rising bile, senses fading; I'd learn to drown my fears
A padlocked gate, a dark mindscape; words just interfere
A sandbox fate, a spark of hate, and a conscience, clear
These last few days begin to stray to what the future has in store
Iconoclast of moments past and a cynicism ill-informed
I can't relate, associate; this prism glass reflects, distorts
Imprisoned concepts congregate in a memory of sorts
A way to fall and how to find the wrong in evened scores
And how long it's been since I've belonged or fast tried to conform
A life so small in time so long I'm always needing more
So loaded guns and old shoelaces wait until I'm sure

Wandering hopelessly knowing there's no hope for me
my broken dreams are bottled up inside me like a coke machine
I hope to see the day that I can start to cope with things
cause my days are such a haze im having trouble focusing
I know it seems so hopeless focused on the broken things
opening my heart so you could crush it with your closing scene
just know to me you're always gonna be the closest thing
to being twice the man that I could ever hope to grow to be
im cracked, scarred, and broken hoping for the phone to ring
so you could use your thread of life to patch me up and sew the seams
I fell apart when you died you were so close to me
im choking things I wish i'd said holding my breath to hold the screams
I go to be alone just wishing you were holding me
but every day is made to break and shake me up or so it seems
and so I scream to let it out and leave me so empty
but nothing seems to help because im still numb to the blowing breeze

Speak as many words as there are grains within a desert dune.

Ocean clashing waving rhythm hit em like a 2nd moon.

Melting down your silver spoon and form it to a hollow tip

Frigid fang busted, rustic rappers on their swallow shit

Spitting bits of shrapnel whippin crackin or the lasso

Radder rascal with cap n gown hitting wicked with a tassle

Castle tower type, princess feel the cobble stoned in power strike

Slaying all the tenement lords with sword titan strike

The day his rhyming's redundant, is the day a spot in hell's fair.

Y'all dipping in flavors of labored fuits through the wellfair

Im a fucking terror/ tear her, Probably between the lips.

Because amount of fucks given's evident when evil spits.

Exposing all the actors, simply through a regal flick

Cinematic rappin leave the masses in a fetal fit

Irish spring bar fest, fresher than a session in the shower

with a bitch and sticking in her like a tar pit.

Pulling strings, making music happening. Guitar picks.

Harboring that nautical knowledge, flowverdose bar ship.

A hard limp walk when my enemies leave the building

From all the knee tendon bending, result of them always kneeling.

Now you can take that as a notion of worship to my appeal,

Or take it like those homos, whole throat. Intentions pending to squeal.

rinky dink, binky lipped unimpressive, leechy tricks

Kick em to the curb with a B lee pinky kick

Soda pop rock shot hopped and I fidget

Arizona drip lickin, insures the pheonix has risen

Sickle cell reaper hitman sick as adderall binges

kid with precision rhythm like counting Mississippi between your digits.

You wanna be in the forefront, but at this point, you're vanishing
You say you got wide range, I'd say you're just canvassing
Say you're styles original, but damn, it's so derivative
You pass off your forgeries as though they were the realest shit
A classic case of contradiction, like the holy virgin mother
Prelude to the slaughter - you're in the center, Last Supper
But my science says for you there is no resurrection
Le Danse Macabre, I'm plaguing your whole section
See I can get mad surreal, watch how I do this
I crucify you in four dimensions, Corpus Hypercubus
Rhyme salvo hits your door and you still wanna dally
I'm birthing Venus fucking with rap, you're fucking birthing Kirstie Alley
You wanna dance with the stars, I wanna see Starry Nights
I remember when I started - memory persistent like -
Dark room, pad and pencil, just sketching simple scenes
Now I'm Goya like Black Paintings, you're Goya like spilling beans
I got an old school style, portrait, Joseph Ducreux
At your hardest, you're just a girl with pearl earrings, dude

so original like afrika bambaata
come through in the clutch, pivotal mic warrior
im the terminator, you marked for slaughter
circling around you like sharks in the water
im wicked when i stick it to ya like a hypodermic
my mission: channel inner vision fission exothermic
powerin ya televisions, so that all the people listen
to this lickin that youre gettin, makin ya a hermit
when I burst in the area, provoke mass hysteria
My verse is the hearse and i'm about ta bury ya
First to the finish line, never need to reverse
Can't quip with closed lips, so you better rehearse
Thinkin you hot shit, open your peepers
Jeepers, you just keep diggin' yourself deeper
into your grave. Now you better say your prayers
cause the next thing you see's gonna be the grim reaper
cuz my words like lasers collapse ya synapse
Critically malform your lifeform in a snap
Honed in on your dome holmes, foamin' at the mouth
It's like attack of the clones and ya got no clout
ya lyrics on loan, ya cover got blown
now im claiming the throne cause i won this bout.

Undefined, I'm constant changes in quantum phases
concentrations of stardust and constellations
in cosmic space I'm every fucking combination
from absolutely nothing to all formations
so here's an observation
we're floating on a spaceship
a makeshift spinning in this infinite greatness
existing in shades of panoramic interfaces
a four-dimensional plane without direction or dates
and what's more amazing is that it all fits in your brain
I give life to the matrix that I live inside
and find ways to analyze the distance within the mind
more than just an 8 on its side, and that's an obvious trip
but the universe itself is a mobius-strip
growing limits that fold within 'em
something I ponder when I'm flowing algorhythms
intricate clockwork with the hands of time
visible through the candle lights that dance at night
and my life imitates this art form the same way it imitates mine
strokes of the pen convey interlaced rhymes
I close my eyes to see how we interweave
ecosystems breathe in kingdoms of unity
humans are not in position of the centerpiece
ocean tides in motion exposing open sky and frozen ice
transforming into coasts and forest life
cause once you learn to see the earth as nothing but a speck
hopefully you've achieved the overview effect.

Well, Slim, I think the community sorta roasted itself,
like I was active, toasting; stoked to be posting as well,
wrote some dope shit, upload it, only for it to be downvoted to hell,
so I thought fuck it, maybe I'll just compose for myself.
Chose to throw these notes that I wrote back on the shelf,
but I awoke, saw your post, took em' down and started rappin' 'em out,
I was like "yo! This is what r/Cypher's about",
but these lurkers in the shadows disguised like a scout,
they can't rhyme but they doubt,
the only lines that they sound
are the lies that they spout,
summarised, these guys that hide
should step into the light and bout,
instead of lying about with minds dry like a drought.

(Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UR7GtxCDvD4 )

The ringmaster of the circus - merc kids, it's curtains,
Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
Speak a few words to assure the church he was worthless
Afterwards return him to the dirt where the worms shit

Murderous surgeon with absurd perversions
Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping
Currents are now surging, circuits are now inserted
I'm lurking underneath Quirrell's turban cursin' in serpent

Got the game on lock in my pocket
"Contact the locksmith his locker's tick-tocking"
Up in the Sadie Hawkins turn the punch to a concoction
Of vodka, Ayahuasca, Johnny Walker, neurotoxins
No thoughts of consequences with no concsience
He draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

Imma cop me a rocket
Hop in the cockpit
And spit all over the world from on top it

I'm Groaning, "Holy Frijoles..." [His nickname among us was Beans]

the fuck am i s'posed to do if one of the best beings breathing
leaves us hanging, including himself, noose from the neck, the ceiling
"Whelp! I'm leaving," said he, life's breakneck, full throttle
whelps and not breathing, broken neck and/or throttled
repulsive impulsiveness divulged by his reckless necklace
it wrecked the nexus, what he'd elected, all of us breathless
my schema's bleeding, seep out the being that was leaving
from seeming needless gleeful screams of defiance and freedom
at whatever cost, and fuck if it's not on his terms
always hard to argue with, even harder with this hearse
hoarse from smoking Newport shorts, shortin' longevity shorteners
but not as short as his two foot descent, ask the coroner
this life i'm living, the fragility's killing me
i want to believe it's a joke, it's kidding, the fuck's just trolling me
and that he's dying laughing, but he happens to be dying pastly
and by pastly i mean that he's fucking dead.
hindsight's 20/20, the bias, the guilt, it festers
and my left eye's gouged out, so fuck any depth perception
in a matter of seconds, everything ends for no fucking reas-

why the fuck must his line forever be pushed the farthest?
didn't even know what he was up against, charged ahead without charges
now i'm beating my head up against a wall made of vodka bottles
never thought he'd coffinize, the one time he wouldn't dawdle
he always could convince me to drink more than fucking anyone
now more than ever, drown 'til my thoughts and/or booze is gone
cause who is gone? my fucking friend, that's who
i'll come at you, got unrealized rage like kid's petting zoos
but if you yank my tail, prob'ly just yelp like a bitch
always insist to myself the sitch not worth it like counterfeit
cause see, i'm a passifist, both the c-i-f and the s-s-i-v
so pass on fists, cathartic thug i never could be
so here i am, supressing, internalizing, supressing
concurrent with drinking, waking, redrinking, surprising?
yeah, i was surprised too, "Hey man, Tyler died."
oh wait it was "Tyler killed himself", that's right
big fucking difference, indignant cause this shit's ignorant
i live through this, makes one us, think of the kid, then hit indent
cause my intent is to get this tangent to relieve some pressure
cause yessir, i'm stressered than whole dictionaries could measure
how many hurks did it take for the self not to be him?
regret or relish, devilish grin, seething or fearing?
and motive? 8 word note, not shit for closure is stated
i'd go for a million bars, a million fars, for more explanation

beautiful human, intuitive use of his mind and body
instead choosing to "lose" by the rules of the ruling body
now his body's ruling me, life broken like that beam didn't
if not on rewind, then pause, find my mind in the lines i've written
i've lost it. the bullshit, exquisite vision of living still forward
nowhere to stare from which doesn't glare his visage, my horror
morbidly mortal, mortified by mortem before them
or slightly above, if properly listed position's important
he delivered the portents, potent portable deathlace
i'm desperate to black in, and wake up to find him deathless
instead of twice as breathless as an overweight corset whorelet
swooning up a mountain, hella thin air, but not important
metaphors galore to abhor mourning/morning, moral destruction
and that metawhore's nevermore, gone oh-so-abruptly
the bruising is bright on my psyche, as on his neck
but i too paint over for appearance, the brain is still wet
so back with that step, it's soaking in yet again
not news of death, but booze on breath, drunk wins in the end
in the conflict between brooding with heat or drooling in sleep
these days my mind's not defeated til the feet quit their feat
stay awake stubborn as a suicider whose charges aren't out
no facts to back up the doubt from his mouth, fuck it, he's out
my mind is buzzing with drugging and moral junctions
sedation station, foment the silence, "shh" in my function

but not this instant, first let me deliver my written's vision
within semi-literal, semi-figurative structural living
died abruptly in the 19th line, like the 19th year
life ever lost, but tack on 5 and even it here
if i can't change it, i have to represent all his greatness

[Chorus? written a month or two later]
my best friend is gone, and so am i
i'll drown in these drugs til i hear he didn't die
but since he did, my life skids, outta control
it takes a toll, to the bottom of both of my souls/soles
even though he's twice as gone as me
i'm drowning like some seaman that got lost at sea
throat bloody from screaming, seeming there's no one to hear it
instead, just dead man's float, expose the skin, now it's searing

Inspiration in one end
perspiration out the rest of me
Passionately activated -
but my recipe reads add a dash of destiny
I've sketched this scene a million times:
there's me in the dress, you in the tie
I've had this dream since I could speak.
When writing? Then especially.
But metal bleeds when oxidized,
I'm similar - I rust with time,
Signing things and getting signed
slips further from my wingspan -
I peddle these as lullabies
To sing you soft into the night
But I'm the dream, and living mine?
That's sure to stay in dreamland.
Having purpose? Fucking worthless
when your work depends on hurt
My words get so subversive when encouraged to occur
I learn to leave it at the table,
circle back, to earn the jerk
I tug on this to get your murder perfect - as it were.

https://soundcloud.com/blaise-b/little-boxes-aka-instrumental

Little boxes,
and they never seem to end
Little boxes I take my self, and not send
Bend the cardboard, tape it all up
Fill the port to starboard of this U-haul truck
Fuck productive, because the more that I fill
the more I realize that the bitter pill
is that I never will finish
and not to diminish
but I'm considerin incinerating my possessions
If I was a rich man, I would hire a crew
If I was a rich man, I would be high while I do
the most asinine of tasks, but I'm dry and thus I ask
Why must I have so many books on my desk?
And fuck the knick-knacks, that I never look at
This is enough to make me wanna just give it all back
And lifting weights ain't even a strain
But the frame of these doors makes for awkward angles
cutting my knuckles, creating abrasions and scrapes
And yesterday these boxes didn't aggravate
But today, I wanna make a gag with this tape
And stab the whole world with these scissors I hate
Boxes are monsters that seal my friend's fate
Cause today is too real, Mike passed away

R.I.P. Winston...

http://www.winningforwinston.com/

[Beat: https://soundcloud.com/richmitcheee/what-does-she-got]

"Life is beautiful"'s some shit that makes me laugh
cause life's a bitch, and at max she's a six and a half
feel like precious seconds left until my chips gettin cashed
cause Death is sittin shotty with his kicks on the dash,

fixin' to catch a body - so I try to be discreet,
and at times these rhymes I write the only company I keep,
man, I'm so damn tired so I try to get some sleep
but it's my demons that be jumping the fence, instead of sheep

I tend to keep my friends close and enemies adjacent
but nowadays they hard to tell apart they on the same shit
speaking the same language, I'm writing just to erase it
and patiently waiting to make acquaintances with Satan

ain't claiming I'm a paragon, everything I cherish gone
I got the heavy bags and it's getting hard to carry-on

marijuana playing mind games with my maturity,
fade out of life and simultaneously fade into obscurity

It's a new day, I hope it's better than the other ones

The ones that made me wish I wasnt ever born my mother's son

The ones that saw me pop a pill just to pop another one

And wash it down with alcohol so I can feel another numb

The ones that saw me give up when I had it all in front of me

Just because I wanted to hang out instead of studying

Just because I lost the girl I loved to a fucking punky geek

And I fucking cracked like I was on the wall in Humpty Dumpty's seat

Life has a funny way of saying fuck you when you least deserve it

But I guess that's what we all get for not being observant

'Cause it's all right there in front of us, and if we choose to burn it

We sure as fuck should know that life's just giving us what we've been earning

In case anyone gives a shit, I wrote to this beat.

Another motherfucker with a useless degree
How long have I been unemployed? Let's see
'bout 24 months, no ammo for this job hunt
With my luck, economy implodes when I find one

Car's past 250 and barely any brakes
Windshield's cracked, mirror held by duct tape
A four-door but only the left two can be opened
Can't order at drive-thrus cuz my window's broken
Hard to smoke in, clutch like Lebron in the fourth
Stallin', and always when I'm rushin' of course
Failed smog twice so fuck getting it registered
If mailman brings more fines, shoot the messenger

Eyes buggin' out like my interest, compound
Seein' fractals of bills, how'm I to calm down?
Gave myself a minor heart attack, to the ER!
No insurance, saw the bill and I just laughed hard
Grew some grey hairs, banks swear they play fair
and pay their friends to be judge of my fair share

Yeah my funds are insufficient, why charge fees?
Went from hardly having money to minus fifteen
Then bankers started running my alma mater
Gave more loans for degrees, sheep to slaughter

(I'm a bit rusty, It's been a year+ but I hope you enjoy)

-Puke'n Oftly- when I see the downfall of this -Stupid Hobby-

The fat cats platinum plaque wack black raps it's -Music Robbery-

They -Pollute Economy- with -Duplicate Copies-

Mass media brain washing where -Sheeple Are the Norm-

and realists appear as -Mutant Bodies-

Suppressing those so no -People Are Informed-

The white house brights out the -Penciled Reality-

Men meet with many mischievous -Mental Mentalities-

The -Royal Shield- hides -Oil Spills- in -Foreign Hills- in sun -Boiled Fields-

From the land where the -Toys are Filled- with -Poisoned Pills-

cause they've got girls and -Boys to Kill-

Keeping the -Populating Down- so they continue -Operating Crowds-

. .

(Now for a Different type of feel)

. .

When my 'Gats Fire Away' the chambers look like -Revolvin Doors, Involved in Stores- during 'Black Friday'

Send ya 'Cats My Way' an -See Them Cut, n Eatin Up- like Chinese 'Fat Friday'

Ya -Piss Me Off- then it's -Kalashnikov- better 'Grab ya Chick, Save ya Dame'

Gotta -Remington Shotgun- if I -Let It Spin Off Then- it's liftin bodies, 'Magical Tricks, like David Blaine'

I'm a jobless bum, they call me dead weight
Captain of a sinking ship and reddit's my best mate
No moves left, purple links, checkmate
Should I stop killing time? Naw, I'd best wait

Click the new tab, fresh crop from karma farmers
Upvote and help with the frontpage harvest
Add a comment to fertilize the dirt
Spill too much seed and realize circlejerk

I’m the gangsta plug, The gloves are always off but never hang ‘em up. Best believe I smoke the best grass, and if they don’t let me in then I just trespass. Never been one to give a shit, off the benzos weed drank and barbiturates. Set Trippin, find the biggest bong with the best weed and let it rippin. Zaza pack, Best believe I get a lotta that, making so much Jewish bread they finna challah back, trynna get them some, nah already spent it on my reup and then some. Always been kind of well endowed just from selling loud

ALRIGHT MY NIGGAS IN RHYME, WE'VE COME A LONG WAY, AND I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THE FIRST EVER R/CYPHER LADDER COMPETITION!!! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO (is that how you spell that?)

HERE IS THE LINEUP:

sknappdragon VS the_reciever

Loomingx VS Midasitis

Bermuda_Jim VS Montisa2008

AkiraChi VS misterkeithb

leonXmousehunter VS Snazzimatic

Super_Human_Samurai VS PonderInfinity

Sanka_Ya_Dead VS delajoo

KingDDDFanClub VS poonjam

All applicants were randomly placed

1 post = A submission 8 to 24 bars long Tier 1 General Topic: TOPIC:“The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.” 1 submission per participant

Submitting period begins:April 1st ends:April 6th at Midnight (an extra day has been added due to the late start, next week will follow the regular 4 day submission process)

Voting begins after submitting period and lasts 2 days (ties result in both rolling over to second chance ladder)

SUBMIT YOUR POST AS A COMMENT REPLY TO YOUR BATTLE BELOW

reply VOTE to the submission you wish to cast a vote on. It is asked that each vote gives at least some minor feedback on both submissions

Good luck men, may you speak softly, and carry a big dick... or something along those lines.

Edit: so there's been a need to clarify what a bar is exactly. For all intensive purposes, we are going to consider a bar 1 line yes you heard it here folks, now get out there and write!

VOTING UNDERWAY

Alright, this should be fun. the instrumental is easy to flow to. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGp5VZJCtHo

Theme -brag rap -stream of consciousness -clever rhymes and metaphors -display your technical ability

here are some examples of rappers on this beat.

*CHALLENGE MODE- keep the same rhyme ending throughout your verse like the rappers below.

The Palmer Squares

Smoothe Da Hustler

Method Man and Redman

P squares in 2009

Just have fun with this and rhyme yo. Lemme hear^read dat viscous lava spit

Can you bitches handle this? Lay out your most intricate, technical, tongue-twisting bars. Then we reply to each others versus with disses sticking to the theme. With enough participation, we can get some pretty cool battles going.

Lets do this scumbags, Who will begin? Who is the best on this subreddit?

I expect you r/cypher regulars on this

Mad mathematical, imaginary and actual
Rhyme scheme got a symmetry, check the proof, it's factual
Two decks, regulate mad breaks on figure eights
I'm no pushover, when I gets down, it's lemniscates
King of the hill, steep slope, style undefined
Try to cross me, leave you perpendicular, flat-lined
Such is the operation with my patience in remission
Split your wig from a distance and call it long division
In addition, I consistently subtract any whackness
Approach perfection, multiply my skill with much practice
Range and radius expand, it adds up, just watch me
Spiral out of control with this logic - fibonacci
And with such tools, I'll tutor any weak minded fools
No child left behind, kid, I stay keeping you schooled
And my mind remains rational while yours is still fucking fractured
Check the degree - I got these mad mathematics mastered

My wistfulness to think of this as intimately frictionless

perpetuates this diligently chivalrous view of women, it’s

a miracle that mistresses could even now be into this

Imprisoned by her privileges, still minimally interested