Rogues

Rogues

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Metal Wish

A soul of titanium/
My flow like vibranium/
Explode like uranium/
Blow the roof off a stadium/
Beneath the drum, hear the hum? That's right - I stabilize palladium/
Skin like a Gundam - laced with thundranium/

My eyes fiber optic - no need for straining 'em/
My mind is refined, rare find unobtainium/
Body like a suit of armor, couldn't put a blade in him/
Shining bright, with the sunlight? lens flare blazing 'em/

Apollo made of alloys, you don't want to play with him/
Wrapped in dragon scales, man Durza can't shade with him/
John Henry with the steel - I don't slave with 'em/
New rappers is aluminum, they break when my slang hit 'em/
Made of sterner stuff - I don't cross train with 'em/
Repertoire of Megatron with energon - change with him/

Beneath the surface are delicate inner-workings/
Hints of hope, hurt, and wisps of smoke/
No skeleton, muscles, or tendons - just bits of rope/
Holding it together, and if that shit broke?/
It all falls down, I lose my inner-ghost/
Forfeit my life , that's all she wrote/

A has-been, spitting stories that'll tell them how/
More than anything - I wish I was metal now/