Ink

Sitting in the studio pen about to burst

Ink on my pad thinking of a verse

I tend to switch it up my words are diverse

Panoramic view seen from a distant plain

I've got magic in my hands call me david blaine

Not a forecaster but I make it rain

Never step it puddles always dry never wet

I think highly of myself I’m the best thing yet

I’m somewhat of a threat you can’t really contest

Swag is more then just to dress to impress

Excuse me for my tangent, I just really want to make it

If my big words offend you I'm sorry I'm just educated

Now watch me proceed while your contract recedes, like old man hairline

While I'm high above the clouds, you can barely catch air time

You have no consistency, can't keep up with the times

If you stood under my table, you still wouldn't understand my rhymes

Check my watch you just wasted my time