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Iconic! (Drops 08.19.2022)

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An Upcoming Single by Erinem

(Drops 08.19.2022)
 

VERSE ONE

Violating all,

I’m a problem child,

Full of Tylenol,

I've been violent and volatile,

Defying every obstacle,

Fittin’ to be the assailant,

Unveiling a major arsenal,

Your chances of a survival are nominal,

Against this indomitable rival,

Writing this unconscionable libel,

Sittinand spit fire like a rifle,

I’m abominable, spiteful,

The bars I’m bombing ‘em are rightful,

Can’t keep calm and I might pull,

A fire arm on a tiger,

I’m just a rioting fighter


I’m too juvenile,

But unsuitable for youth,

Wear the usual spacesuit,

To a funeral,

Uncouth indisputable,

Too rude and immutable,

A solution brewed in a crucible,

A muse and a mutant,

Fused in aluminum,

A gruesome Rasputin,

Been confusing the humans,

I’m—

 

HOOK


I’m becoming iconic,

With these pills in my hand,

I’m becoming iconic,

And I don’t give a damn,

I’m becoming iconic,

You got ice but no fans,

Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!

I’m back in demand


Aim for the moon and overshot it,

Never wrong, I’m hyperbolic,

Dropping bombs, they go atomic,

Split the sky, I’m hypersonic,

I want it! I want it! I want it!

I think I’m becoming,

Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!


 

VERSE TWO


I like to talk shit,

It must be the Imodium,

In my mind I’m at the podium,

So inappropriate when I’m dosing,

On copious opiates,

Hoping it’s the dopamine floating,

When I’m doping and coping,

With the vacuum,

Behold I’m holding,

On the back of a Gold Wing,

Groping like a dope fiend,

So I’m probing the coating,

From the bottle,

Like exposing a fossil,

Quoting the opium,

Like it’s gospel,

I’m eroding and loathing,

Lost, well,

The whole thing,

Comes unfolding,

Is it my clothing,

No I’m molting,

I’m just revolting,

On this codeine,

There’s no decoding,

Cuz I’m

 

HOOK


I’m becoming iconic,

With these pills in my hand,

I’m becoming iconic,

And I don’t give a damn,

I’m becoming iconic,

You got ice but no fans,

Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!

I’m back in demand


Aim for the moon and overshot it,

Never wrong, I’m hyperbolic,

Dropping bombs, they go atomic,

Split the sky, I’m hypersonic,

I want it! I want it! I want it!

I think I’m becoming,

Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!


 

VERSE THREE


Got an alien brain in my cranium,

I’m in a feud with the humans,

Y’all are proving the fuming,

I’m doin’ doomed to end in,

Your funeral,

This business is vicious,

It gets suspicious as usual,

I swish clean and you missed (mist),

Like Listerine and Albuterol,

I’m pushing the pen,

I got a room to offend,

With the plume and the Neumann,

I assume a pseudonym,

You can’t fault what I’m stewing

Cuz I’m salty and brewed in,

You all knew what I threw in,

This is business acumen!


I oughta just give ‘em a limerick,

I’m too quick to mimic,

And then the plot thickens,

I’m sick of the chickens,

Who cannot even listen,

Even when I’m visited

By the Ghost of Pac,

Christopher Wallace and

Bach, it’s Charles Dickens,

Give ‘em the Lyricism,

Get the gear shifting,

And steer into the collision,


 

FAST PART

(Faster than the Current Guinness World Record For Fastest Verse in a Hit Rap Song)

This pantomime is typical,

This pen of mine,

With the written, I,

Hit ‘em in the viscera,

I’ll diet ‘em with the vitamins

And minerals,

And a little bit of literal,

Essentially original,

I’ve been twisting the occipital,

Like I’m mentally pivotal,

I’m hitting and sniffing,

On bits of Fentanyl I’ll,

Fill ‘em all at the bar, y’all've (y'olive)

Watered down the alcohol,

The Demerol, I did ‘em all,

And blame it on the Ethanol,

I’m gettin to be pretty teed,

If I leave, it’ll be me out of reach

I’m ascending to the ceiling,

And I’m sipping Darjeeling,

I’m dealing in ephemeral,

And feeling on the feminine,

Been seein' y’all as turtles,

While I keep it at a Benjamin

I’m leaping over hurdles,

But I heard you got to sit a min,

I’m wasted, get a girdle,

With a ton of guts to fit em in,

‘Cause I challenge ‘em to spit it,

With a mouth full of cinnamon,

When trending equals talent then,

I get the talons out again!

I’m flipping the bird,

And giving it the avian sentiment,

Out of your world,

I might’ve been an alien experiment,

Out of orbit I might have mint,

A little bit of peppermint,

You’re killin’ me fuckabee,

It’s evident I’m sucka’ free,

And gonna limbo with a guillotine,

Feeling the agility,

And plan into infinity,

I’m not a man, I’m a deity!


 
© Erin Emily Wheeler, 2022

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