Theta was happy for he met other scholars, a man of verses accompanied with his autoMatic friend. The scholar new many words and hungered for greatness.
Not your average poem maybe not even one
Took the world upon his shoulders shooting his words strong like boulders. Hungry but not famished he starts rhyming and his demons start to vanish. Just like his friend thats automatic his boy Matic always spitting something true no white noise no static when they’re not themselves they become spastic. Grasping life grasping the Koncept connecting the dots making the verses that describe it. Slowly burning from each word and opening the minds cage these boys are always waiting for the golden stage. Searching for redemption and also greatness these boys will rhyme throughout the ages. These boys are spitting about life and all of its lessons these boys are scholars and rhyming is their profession always quizzing their audience always in the studio testing.