Teacher

I was steadily pouring like a bubbling brook
When a mumbling rook stepped up
So I wouldn't let up, I left him suddenly shook
I said, while most emcees may flow off the dome or the head
My poem's current like the ocean, going to every riverbed
Connecting north to south pole with any mouthful
No doubt I'm bound to douse your whole crew
If you're hot enough to boast you can beat me
My flash flood technique tsunami leaves you in puddles knee deep and increasing
Water levels rising, no longer breathing, heart hardly beating
You're drowning, dying, suddenly shivering wet, surprising, realizing
There's no chance of surviving
Rain dances bring lightning and storm, thunder
The undertow from my flow pulls you asunder below
Where pressure snaps, your life, limbs, and mass break
Your poor, bleak carcass is washed upon the shore of the beach, murdered by the waves

It's all about breaking rules, taking no fool's word over mine
Being able to school in spoken rhyme at any moment of time
About any topic given, expressin' my opinion, makin' people stop and listen
Sayin' damn, 'Dude's got it in the can!'
But little did they know, Süp is made from scratch, original, according to plan
No man can match, fill your bowl, never spill
Because I'm not wasteful, but still
My style is sloppy
With complex rhyme schemes no man can copy
Passin' mics to me is highway robbery
Properly making mistakes on purpose
That's how creative new styles surface
Come against me versus and emerge worthless
Electricity, current, surges of power
Fry another emcee and absorb you in my aura, and sap your energy, devour
Thousands of kilowatts per hour
Hurricane Süp storms your rain shower
Because it's all about depth of skill
Content, meaning audience appeal
Originality, never steal, but how I'm clever still
And respect others in the field
Delivery in a form you can feel

Look, I know I have the ability to bust the best rhymes ever
Because I'm clever, witty with or without sunny weather
I'm better, let me just leave it that
It seems to already be the topic of way too many tracks
How many rap cats got hollow meanings
Merely a pretty voice with shallow feelings
Rather than a deeply revealing fellow like myself
I might as well hear the instrumental all by itself
Rapping about wealth, cars, clothes, hos, and flows
I got views to express, that drive me to compose
If you're about living lies then I despise, I suppose that's how it goes
So don't be surprised, I'm real
And trustworthy like steel
Honest unless the truth is gonna get me killed
I know there's a way, 'cause I got the will
Can you feel what I say as the Süp spill?
Wait, chill... aw, nevermind keep it comin'
Lovin' alive until my purpose is fulfilled, I'm sudden
Leavin' demons shudderin'
On this evening a storm is rumbling outside
Sure, you can come in
Take off your hat and coat
And while you're at it, make that a quote
And fuck what you wrote, your boat don't float
It sounds like just another meaningless freestyle
You shouldn't have spoke, now you're just gonna have to live in denial
Since I was a wee child, I got over biting
Who did or said what first?, Who cares, kid?, Quit your griping
It's all about who can keep it exciting