As far as I know that's the name given to the repetition of a rhyme over a few bars. 3 verses, basic flow and probably my best delivery so far.
rap english that is all
I had these verses from collabs that fell through so I decided to put them all together.
Lyrics
The maddening truth is that I'm flattening you
A young, skilled rapper and I'm ravenous too
So frankly, you don't want to dampen my mood
If you do then every single body faculty's doomed
The rawness approaches; I come in horses and coaches
No shortage of posers; why your applause is ferocious
All I propose is that stick I around to slaughter opposers
Wanna stop me? Need a hundred forces of soldiers
Don't waste energy though...oh, I thought I'd have told ya
I'll be stopping of my own accord when it's over
Sick as Egypt when ignored the omen warnings from Moses
Killing your first born while all your crops are swarming with locusts
You'd be better off if your jaws had been closed
As I'm the talk of the globe and my style is awful atrocious
I've fought with the dopest; used to be appallingly hopeless
Now a mind reader-each one of your thoughts is in focus
Course I'm a joker; laughing well before this is over
Dropping hot shit like dysentry while caught in a toaster
Y'all should know this while I'm talking explosive
Beating me's about as likely as a daughter for Joseph
Who are you to question the rule?
Battling me's like regression to school, I'm teaching lessons to fools
I'm the Professor of Cruel, I made the best of 'em drool
Wanted to feed off my skills but I fed 'em with gruel
Trying to remove rap's obsession with jewels, slappers and weapons
But haters make it hard; I need to battle respect in
I ate five rappers already...guess I'll have you for seconds
And if you wanna go, I'm happy you're stepping, smashing your heads in
Calmly ripping you to shreds; call it passive aggression
Kicking your ass so damn hard I leave a gash in your rectum
Cos only time you ever saw a fight was scrapping in Tekken
Bashing and pressing buttons to get your characters undressing
You won't be complaining once you're slashed into sections
Fractured and retching; now it's time to make an act of confession
"Yes Req you're way dope" There was that so offending?
Now you get a halo; seems my rap is a blessing!
You're wack and your presence itself is bad for my sessions
You couldn't get a BLOW job without a manager's reference
Unprepared for the volume; when I rap and it deafens
And cracks your intelligence with words that's actually relevant
Now when I'm writing my rhymes I put your life on the line
It's not my fault your lyrics suck; why you griping at mine?
Are you right in your mind? You're fighting a guy
Described as sublime, as well as ill, tight and divine
Now your disciples are mine; I'm so damn nice it's a crime
Celebrate my type in a shrine
I'm betting scientists find that I'm Christ in design
Which explains why all the fluid that's inside of me's wine
But the Messiah's benign; naught to do with violence and dying
My shit's as dark as the light in a mine
Doesn't matter; people'll lash out in spite and then I
Get crucified by the time that I'm likely to shine
There's no option left; see, I tried to be kind
But you mistitled the signs; get the rifles and nines
You need a lightning behind when I'm striking your spine
Leaving the beef unsmoked, not a bite in my rind
Reciting lines so ill you never try to rewind
Give me the green light to rap; I like it in lime
And if it gets so you've got to have a license to rhyme
I'll earn it; put it to use and battle Tyson with mine
