Critique appreciated
It's the boy holding a broken cordless/
Standing on the stage yelling loud in his mind and yet he remains voiceless/
Poises himself to sink his poison into the crowd/
His vocal chords vibrating he's starting to get loud but/
Words caught in his throat keep chokin him out/*pouting, the kid's shouting, dumbfounded and strained/
Stressed, brain caving, untrained,*
Ripping his membrane apart paining 'em/
Feigning confidence is hard when your going insane and your seeing stars, fumblin through the bars that remain/
He braces himself to enter the game, wipes his head off with his stained sweater/
Suddenly his flow is wetter, words start stickin' together/
Like balls in hot weather, heatin' up like grilled cheddar/
Noticeably better, the crowd starts to vibe, going hard like a barb through the heart Crikey/
Steve's poking this sleeping beast with a pike/
He's sick, green, Superman spittin' kryptonite on the mic/
In his mind, it's griping, the way he's fighting/
Trying to overcome the biggest fear in his life/
Stifling, climbing a mountain of this height/
Spittin riddles and cipher, systematically producing proverbs *like *he came from China/
An alien talking a foreign language they understand, his pen sketching verse for verse in your head/
A lyrical gun, curving bullets into your ears/
Taking a tour to the frontal lobe having a world premiere/
Then out through the other side hitting Angelina Jolie,a screw ball, straying/ It ricochets off of the wall, hits you in the spine, now you're sipping through a straw/
These metaphors, turned cynical physically unable to stand tall/
You've been mauled,suddenly it goes white/
The doctors sterilized the mic/ realizes you're paralyzed, starts Surgery like/*
I'm losing him! Someone check his windpipe/
The syllables must have lodged themselves Deep, they've started to seep/
Like a bite from this poisonous sidewinder/
Leaving you like a mime, silent, now lets rewind cuz/
I just let you into my mind/
My thinker is on the fritz and I can't seem to produce a line/
that let's me introduce myself I'm brain dead/
Just call me a deceased Clark Kent instead/
Hell sent, dead set on bustin you open and filling your head/
Bet you weren't planning on eaves dropping on the living dead/
The MC contaminating your skull with my alphabetical rigor mortis/
Cesar's flow startin to slow down like a tortoise/