L.Y.R.I.C.I.S.T

i spit that metabolic, melodic, crack, but i smoke cronic,
sh*ts ironic,
i only touch the botanic,
but my love for you is strictly platonic,
it is my time to ignite,
enhale and unleash my presence,
my verbs will take flight,
allow my words to secrete the essence,
pray that they will not shoot me on sight,
they tell me I am way too much to handle,
penetrating deep within your thoughts,
but I am much more tangilble,
I am what they never sought,
who like me,
they are none comparable,
who else will spit like thee?,
my poetic verses,
consuming your vision,
like eyes capitivated by art,
how could you ever fear this,
gotta lotta spirit like a liquor store,
sit back, ponder, then reminisce,
my flow take you on a journey,
release and i open the door,
im integrated in reduction to the smallest of follicles,
submiting a explosion to expand your reticles,
raise your antenna and search for new life forms,
seek thee no more,
crash landed on the scene,
yes i am out of this world,
i shine bright like a red flare in the night air,
not to close u might lose a retina,

i dont want this for the paper,
im in it for the love of it,
for the real lyricists,
to my influences,
who still and used to do it..