for open mic night tomorrow

[bryanobrien]

Language

My Lyrics fuck metaphors and two time similies
I simply skim my sins incessantly.
Effervescently, I flow multi-directionally,
causing thunder claps when you mention me.
Never the same unsavored flavor to my game
The day a savior came.
Bright sun shining through the rain
Words can not contain...
I need a new language!
This one sounds like clicks and whistles,
stinging ear drums like thistles.
Cumbersome missiles that fizzle
so simple it's habitual to spit it too.
I need a new language!
One more prone to potence,
to make my points less hopeless
making others take notice.
Something on that E.T phone home shit
To see not just my flows alone but also my chromosones bit
I need a new language!
Where my tongues a dagger set to rip,
against those who set trip and leave scripts unflipped.
a new way to quip against those who only rhyme about rims and clips
I need a new language!
Something to contain a better battlecry,
To better answer who am I,
The how, if, where, when, and why
To make my fucking name a legend before I die
I need a new language!