Half Meaningless, But Powerful Rhyme

It’s that boy Chris
And you know I rhyme slow
You ask why?
‘Cause I gotta think before I flow
I see you over there lookin’ hard
Frontin’ like you’re freestylin’
But, man, I see you with them flash cards
Rappin’ ‘bout bling bling
Rappin’ ‘bout fast cars


But I see yo seven-seater
Not even close to NASCAR
Hardy Har Har
Laugh a little
Try to play it off
But you know yo rhymes are still stale and brittle
Now let me get up in the middle
Compose a riddle
Check it out
What did the piano say to the fiddle?
“Hey! I didn’t know that there were any strings attached!”
Booooooo, a bad joke
Staler than flat coke
It’s whack
But you know that Christ Jesus still got my back
And I got my eye locked upon the sparrow
Even though I’m daily rushed upon by the demonic cinco cero
My rhymes still cold like a quincenero
En Febrero
You know I’m that blood-stained guerrero
Saved to the bone, even down to the marrow
You know the path to righteousness is narrower than narrow
But I’m a stay strong, stay on point like an arrow