Rap Now?

I've had a moment of clarity, moment of honesty, honestly
 I constantly provide quality over quantity
 Pun and Biggie Smalls are the gods that be haunting me, taunting me
 Possibly to sharpen me consciously, an oddity
 An anomaly like an Odyssey astronomically
 Lyrical phlebotomy, microphone colostomy
 Curiosity killed the pussy cat, conjugally
 Yeah I had to doctor that pussy like gynecology
 New age rap is a colony full of comedy
 Yeah it bothers me and I'm harboring animosity
 Crossing me that's an atrocity, it probably be
 SlaughterHouse make the Hammer Dance, choreography
 Ain't no stopping me, I'm coming with much velocity
 Drop prophecies poetically, Nastradamically
 People give you space when you at the bottom like commas be
 But I plan to stay at the top like an apostrophe
 Oh, now you wanna rap
 Ok, I been on that
 Oh yeah, this is my lane
 Now sit back while I do my thing
 Losing everything will make you go insane in the brain
 Trying to remain sane as blood boils in your veins
 Feeling drained every time somebody mentions your name
 As the pain pours like rain on window panes
 To keep it simple and plain, it's time for a change
 Fuck a chain and a range need a lease in my name
 Being with people I always seem to leave with migraines
 It's an eyestrain as I look outside of my lane
 Like Rakim my brain contains graphic things
 Like trump should've been slained during his campaign
 Instead of taking the reigns he should've been detained
 For grabbing the putang and acting untrained
 But all that white privilege is above the food chain
 Hating immigrants but ain't that what he calls his boo thang
 Clown running the country like it's a video game
 Inhumane piece of shit go get hit by a train, fuck you
 Oh, now you wanna rap
 Ok, I been on that
 Oh yeah, this is my lane
 Now sit back while I do my thing
 H20 in my cup while you sip on the jones
 Had a BlackBerry while dudes was flipping a phone
 Flow sicker than a clinic full of AIDS full blown
 7:30 wit the pen and I don't mean time zone
 A buck fifty on your chin and leave you crying alone
 I feel like I'm unstoppable when I'm in the zone
 It's a different tone that's shown when I'm thrown on
 I'm right at home on the microphone holmes I'm known
 To always be holding my own one hand holding my bone
 Album gonna drop it don't get postponed
 B-n-M is sorta like the future N.O.R.E. and Capone
 When I'm dead and gone I want Best Alive on my tombstone
 You a clone I write and produce on every song
 Chrome, four-nickel to your jawbone
 Hit you wit the pistol in your tibia, crawl home
 Oh, now you wanna rap
 Ok, I been on that
 Oh yeah, this is my lane
 Now sit back while I do my thing