FLOCABULARY



Analogous to affiliation like an English teacher
Linguistic preacher, I have a natural, habitual
Inclination, a tendency towards the proclivity
Of vocabulary, that’s why my flocabulary is so extraordinary
I’m a wordsmith, Wadsworth, spittin words
So heartily that I’m ornery, an honorary thespian
Not pedestrian, my knowledge is polished, I’m stylist
Got mileage as a walkin dictionary, a visionary
Like a physical, visual thesaurus, a talkin walkin encyclopedia
Flowin in the Hip Hop media
I should be trade marked, copyrighted
Beknighted the poster boy of wordology
I’m verbal, verbose like medicine for the mentally ailin
Slow thinkin, stutterin, strugglin lexicon spitist
Study long, studyin wrong, I spit it, write it
Thought, got it on, like a Don
Neva stumblin, bumblin words, I run em
I aint spasmodic, but am very melodic
I’m pimpin like a Picasso Mafioso
I’m the fashion, the passion, come match words wit me
Ride, die, take a sojourn wit me
Like bread crumbs I’ll lead ya
Take ya from the numb dumb moribund existence
To be in the presence of immortality
At the expense of sobriety, the fidelity, the accuracy of
The verbiage superfluity in abundance
Take a chance, come dance n converse wit me
I got the glossary, the palaver, phraseology
Terminology, the language, diction, vernacular of the ghetto
The patois of the suburban colloquialism
Jargonized, the dialect, eloquence of enunciation
The fluency, inflection, the intonin of the verbalization
In word, deed n creation, I got argot
Like the village griot, the oral tradition
A story teller perpetratin a conversation
In poem, story, song entertainin, maintainin
A verbal education, the caste of the poet, a laureate
Deservin of recognition, like a conjuror
An Einstein in the dialect of Hip Hop
The style or usage, from a rock to a soapbox
Spittin hyphenated knowledge
I abolish, demolish the slick trick, while you be
Spittin that confabulation, that’s B.S.
In the presence of the quintessential essence
The spit, the codex manuscript
The flocabulary, the ancillary to vocabulary
Naked to the world like a rap session
The group think, like a think tank
The colloquium analyzed, discussed
Everybody’s an expert wit no real body of work
Just squirts in Scottish skirts, the kilts
To keep em warm in the thermocline of the profession
Wit ya head above, in water, waitin for the scythe to come
Loppin, choppin off ya opportunity
Ya lack the sanctity to kneel at the feet of the Holy
The variety is unlimited, the quality is iffy
The verity is in the ear of the listener
If misunderstood then the recitation begets hesitation
Unless ya can be a fire starter, spit a conflagration
Like ya flocabulary is a holy fire n you are the messiah.