its early....to eary for titles...

i write so many words
that never touch the page
so many lines
that outline my rage
so set the stage
cock the guage
let it be known
thats what here stays
i didnt come to play
to slay or go away
i came to say
get in your way
and run the show
like a pastor on sunday
so many people
read words that theyve written
love what they wrote
and feel oh so smitten
but when im hittin
im writin rhymes unexistin
and all of your words
will seem so unfittin
but dont get all jelaous
you and ya fellas
im workin in the plant
my nick names the smelta
came up the detla
to deal your death blow
put you in the melta
and watched ya go slow
and thats how it goes
when ya not on ya toes
ya gotta be quick
if you wanna stay in clean clothes
but i dont want em clean
i spitty so dirty
lemme grab my thesoraus
and make it more wordy
spit words so confusin
ya all call me nerdy
but im puttin sanction
on explanations
ill use my own extrapolations
to disect your lyrics
and then put you in the basment
see im patient
i got moments to spare
and im at the station
i kno how to get there
where your goin
your destinations known
i see your identity
your disguise has been blown
and your shown a weakness
when i speak about uniqueness
im at the top
and your facin bleakness