check my basket

[Verse 1] I'm the tale that's told in rhythm, pounding through the ages, Cookin' up hooks with chefs, stirring lyrical pages. In the groove's hidden nook, I plant bars like gold, Each syllable a treasure, in my stories bold. Hop and skip, my flow defies the norm, Philosophical puzzles, in each lyrical storm. With a doctorate in hip-hop, Bugs Bunny's no match, Kingpin of Easter beats, dealin' lyrical dispatch. [Hook] I leap through hip-hop's maze, a nonstop flight, As the beatbox drops, I dance in the night. Mixing elixirs, whisking whiskers, plot's twistin' spree, In the rhythm's carrot chase, I'm the sicker spree. [Verse 2] Check my basket, overflowing with words unbounded, Stretching the fabric of sound, each verse astounded. A magical habit, no room for static cling, Dynamic and bombastic, to the classics I sing. A lyrical hare, bounding through verse's plains, Easter eggs in your mind, where imagination reigns. Leading in language's charge, syntax's tank, With Peter and Dancer, in lyrical thanks. [Bridge] I paint eggs with imagination's vibrant brush, Each color, a new flow, a lyrical hush. Rebel of the rabbits, fascination's delight, Cranking out verses, hip-hop's guiding light. [Verse 3] Aesop of the turntable, spinnin [Verse 1] I'm the tale that's told in rhythm, pounding through the ages, Cookin' up hooks with chefs, stirring lyrical pages. In the groove's hidden nook, I plant bars like gold, Each syllable a treasure, in my stories bold. Hop and skip, my flow defies the norm, Philosophical puzzles, in each lyrical storm. With a doctorate in hip-hop, Bugs Bunny's no match, Kingpin of Easter beats, dealin' lyrical dispatch. [Hook] I leap through hip-hop's maze, a nonstop flight, As the beatbox drops, I dance in the night. Mixing elixirs, whisking whiskers, plot's twistin' spree, In the rhythm's carrot chase, I'm the sicker spree. [Verse 2] Check my basket, overflowing with words unbounded, Stretching the fabric of sound, each verse astounded. A magical habit, no room for static cling, Dynamic and bombastic, to the classics I sing. A lyrical hare, bounding through verse's plains, Easter eggs in your mind, where imagination reigns. Leading in language's charge, syntax's tank, With Peter and Dancer, in lyrical thanks. [Bridge] I paint eggs with imagination's vibrant brush, Each color, a new flow, a lyrical hush. Rebel of the rabbits, fascination's delight, Cranking out verses, hip-hop's guiding light. [Verse 3] Aesop of the turntable, spinnin