my words sprawling.

Tarantula with these mad bars, grabbing like Vishnu with eight arms,
Sword of war swinging swift, slice and quarter 'em, leaving scars,
God of war, chaos calls, ready to brawl in any form,
Breaking norms, storming through, transforming in the storm,
Strike like thunder, no wonder, I plunder the whole swarm,
Stand tall, watch 'em fall, I’m the calm before the harm

Got rhymes falling out of my time pocket
Your second chance to dance I can't stop it
Place your hands in the middle of the stanza
Place the product of where the bands are
There in lies the answer
Catch a vibe, let it ride like a phantom,
Bouncing off the walls, echoes in the anthem,
Got the bass pumping, setting hearts in motion,
Waves from my rhyme, like the tides in the ocean,
And when the beat drops, it’s a time-lapse potion.
And the plan is to grab the damanders
Who prefer to be subscriptingly pampered
They flip for me
That's cryptic
Like sifting me through a gauze
As the piston turns new ideas never boring
Fueled by the friction, ideas keep pouring,
Grinding gears shift, inspiration's roaring,
I'm soaring past limits, no sign of stalling,
Echoes in the chambers, creativity's calling,
As I paint with my words, the picture keeps sprawling.:cool: