[EDIT] How's the flow now?
I'm the lyrical gymnast doing verbal hurdles over beats
spittin' flows like aquariums that glow when written over sheets
cause' when fleets of wack MC's try to tempt me, my pen's tense
and I start writing with a heat so intense it melts the structure of a sentence
I battle MC's for ten cents, their men's sense is disappearing
cause' fightin' a MC like me will rupture ya vision and hearing
my precision your fearing, cause' I stay precise with rhyme
grab a dictionary and read, my verses will become concise with time
recite the lines, it flows like the Euphrates during a annual flood
eating MC's all day everyday, I must have some cannibal blood
dropping acapellas that stock my fella's with verbal dock propellers
to chop the tellers of wack rhymes into little pieces and block their sellers
you cocky dwellers stay lingering with the same rhymes, in do time
the true rhymes will overshadow your fake crew's lines
my rhymes like blue wine, unorthodox sorta out of the box
keep yellin', see what happens when you shout at a fox
I doubt you can box, seeing how your punchlines are sub-par at best
and my bars like breasts attractive and when removed can scar my chest
I'm so far from best, but I strive to increase my potential with instrumentals
attack with fiery elemental credentials then can indeed be detrimental
my rhythm is experimental, I flip it around like a switchblade
and with every heartbeat comes rhymes that bounce off my ribcage.