Bass Reeves - K Rino

Yo yo yo, check this out, we got a special treat for y’all here at poetry night,

this evening

This next guy… is about a hundred and fifty something years old,

he goes by the name of Bass Reeves, and he wants to spit a piece for y’all,

tonight, check it out

I wrote songs for days 'til my forearm wouldn’t raise

So I tilted my head and let the words pour onto the page

See you’re a man who stands with no signs of a chance

To see me live, you gotta put me three lifetimes in advance

I got plenty inside me that not many can copy

When I start dropping, the planets stop spinnin' to watch me

I track and catch thieves, I’m Bass Reeves

I laugh when the trash emcees get mad and ask me to leave

I slap most of your team and laugh at the remainder

Put a gallon of liquid in a half gallon container

You sit on a stool, listening to the young gettin' schooled

I’m such a fool, I wrote down an unwritten rule

Then his comprehension quickly underwent double admonishment

I’m comin' with the confidence to put trouble on punishment

When my anger is fed vein, drainage is red

Had more flames in my head than dames in Wilt Chamberlain’s bed

I stay ready to start fights like Fortnight, you barely can talk right

My coldest writings gave a block of ice frostbite

It’ll be a lot of lost life when I chop off mic tops and blow poisonous

thoughts like an exhaust pipe

You’re still wishing my skill slips, but don’t forget that I’m the guy that

apparition kids visit on field trips

I pack a hundred sheets to every new place

But my pages are so sacred I carry each one in a separate suitcase

I salivate to abrogate when in a battle state then travel to my laboratory base

and calculate a atom’s weight

Cubic zirconium couldn’t be phonier than these erroneous ceremonies only a fool

would like

So don’t be a tool to the truth-less 'cause I’ll show you what it produces,

then bury you underneath a wave of ruthless acoustics

You can feel me to prove it so future humans can view the footage

My tongue be moving like the blade spool on a NutriBullet

Facts are refutable, remains are not suitable

A view after removing you from the musical crucible

Section my in fool any for needed is protection, I’m flexin'

So I said that line in the wrong direction

Redeem your sight 'til you finally see the light

My extreme workout routine at night is breaking up hyena fights

I’m still a one man army

My senses so strong, I could be sleeping, feel a strand of lint land on me

Mics choke out in my hand from the clenchin'

When I walk in my room to write, the pen stands at attention

My folder is worse, thirstin' for a prolonged verse

The empty pages fight each other to get wrote on first

I’ve laid in a glass case since grade school, waiting for emcees to be placed

in with me like mice used for snake food

No wonder the thunder is dangerous comin'

I invent words and make up new languages from 'em

My titles are organized and compartmentalized, alphabetized so that they’re

easily identified

My creative inner drive and mental vibe is deep

Not even oxygen’s allowed inside with me when I’m in need of privacy

My hand is robotic so no matching my writing speed

Hired a specialist to come out each night and rewire me

I’m not even in your ride but sitting in the driver’s seat

I write about unborn people’s lives in my diary

Bass Reeves

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Bass Reeves, give it up for Bass Reeves one time

y’all, c’mon, y’all can do better than that, Bass Reeves everybody, yeah, ay,

he don’t sound like K-Rino to y’all?

Maybe it’s just me, whatever