So I've been doing some thinking

And I'm possibly a poetic threat

Thus they shall say

That I should come with a warning label

Oh you don't believe me?

You'll see

Just watch as i drop astronomical thought drones through a no fly zone

I'm prone to take down clones that I don't condone to make them atone

I've grown mentally and eventually my true talent could be shown

Yet I'm only known for every loan I've defaulted on, upon my own

I'm told leave it alone, a concept that I'm finding complicated

As if it can't be conversated, becausе everyone will just gеt aggravated

So, I'm isolated, trying to keep it solitary like confinement

I finish my lines in the last three minutes, still get an A on my assignment

My alignment is righteous, while other artists' rhythms seem so lifeless

You can't put I price upon what I write, whatever I recite is too priceless

They're deaf, dumb, and bilnd, as if their vision was sightless

I clip the wings of these pigeons, surely just to leave them flightless

I obsess over the talent that I possess, but get stressed about my earnings

Perplexed as I'm learning that commodities are popularized, and it's concerning

Burning down my foundation that's surrounding my emplacement

Skip the closet, I'm burying these bones deep beneath the basement

Complacent composers can't perform, their average is my norm

I cause storm clouds to swarm and blow down transistors as twisters form

With the scorn of mother nature, the fury I release is relentless

While these lesser artists resent this tempest, their resistance is senseless

They can't prevent it, just pretend this is all within their dreams

Until i get inside their head and they awaken in nightmarish screams

Watch as they suffer from intellectual poverty to produce ballads of profanity

Observe the populace promote this trash to the top, it's just insanity

A suspicious calamity, it's so uncanny what constitutes as poetic skill

Their vocabularies so minimal that saying prodigy could be criminal, but they'd do it still

I've had my fill, and I'd buy you each a thesaurus if i were wealthy

Because the problem is so persistent that the affects are becoming unhealthy

These filthy fanatics want to stealthily shelf me, yet I'm too stealthy

Presuming I'm prey as if it's a weakness to be unwealthy

You could expel me, I wouldn't care less, like the definition of being careless

Such as that media mentality driving you to be infamous while acting shameless

You can call me nameless, yet you can't contain this. You can barley entertain us

Your rhymes sound so heinous, it's almost as if you're brainless. Whoever thought illiteracy could even make you famous?

Thus I'm battling the boundaries of disorder, building walls upon the border

I'm Attempting to replace all of this chaos with some signature of order

I'm the hoarder, compiling compromising compositions that sound distinct

Forcing you to think outside the juice box that you drink, your mumbling is indistinct

And I cannot comprehend a single word I've heard but I understand

That when you're talking, that squawking sounds like a bird with it's head buried beneath the sand

No featured artist needed. I consume too much oxygen for them to speak, by natural instinct

Next, I'm consuming the carbon dioxide, to watch the plant life become extinct

Putting organisms on the brink of existence like the migrations of homo sapiens

Evolving so fast, that the only logical explanation for creation could be aliens

See? A Warning Label right on top-