for MF Doom, Viktor Vaughn, DOOM, King Dumile, and Metal Fingers
God bless the mic I wreak on stages now,Attractive rhymes get flexed, surround the sound.My slickest shit shifts tonally. O dreams,Ease slow in these C notes before I drown.
My god, my braggadocio makes thingsAge fast. I make time to waste time on Bling.Golly, I sprint through years so fast I shatt-Er in my emergency of rooms. Sing
More sonnets with my names, “the Doom” of rap.Each word a weight I weigh against a glass.Get broke or broke in like wild horses slain.Arrange your distance from my shadowed masks.
I make the bars I put you behind, here.I tend my own prisons and disappear.