Prisoners of War Edan

[Intro]
Yeah, this goes out to Organized Konfusion
Check this shit out, alright?

[Verse 1]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin'
Breakin' open thе vault because I'm like a vеrbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style that I brung out of thin air
Must come out my mouth where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rappin'
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up
Breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war