Exhibition Aforementioned

Verse: 1
I kick that vuvuzela ish
not on purpose
it's either blow my own horn or it's kicking back a Quaalude fix
number one with the tone and the microphone with the mind Plato mold rhymes out of play doh
trying not to get the sculpture wrong
so you can find what I'm structured on
found my foundation in cobblestone
rose to a monolith
discoursed to a monolog born into a dialog to overlap the rhyming wall
it's just purposeful purpose here
merciful mercy
from a cleric speak in cursive with no curses
reading from a holy book with no verses
mystical mythical spirit showing what I'm immersed with
give me ya hand it gets deeper as we traverse this
for this sand is quicker
I may have to inverse this so we can rise from the sand like William Baker become a villain and a hero in the making
of a tyrant's demise like Nero take my rise as a negro (knee grow)
serious not the growth of my meniscus
so kneel to the approach of the efficient growth beyond deficient when focus non existent ya heard me

Chorus: 2x
By my own merits
something more apparent
and integral balance unshaken
said before by many before
who has taken this path that I am taking

Verse: 2
I kick that blood sport ish
round houses galore circles the floor like the oblongs live here I belong side long Perseus
who carries the head of Medusa
the worthiest to ride in the chariot of Zeus'
perceive through the eyes of confusious
allude to no illusion seeing no confusion
recite my parallel into unison
never meet infinity so it's no conclusion
a room full of synergy a booth full of contusion
for those without a clue and affinity for losing
this is that control while I'm cruising on a cruise missile from a cruise ship to a battle ship
from giving weapons to a pacifist
for peace strategist
decrease casualties no amputees after this increase catalyst
to cease fire decrease absentee ballots increase hires

Chorus: 2x