I am the Drug Dealer of all drug dealers
The drugs I got can not kill you
No overdosing, just straight stimulation
I promise for this you'll be back
Understand what I'm sayin
What I got is better than any drug known
It's not Alcohol,
Yes, it's better than Patron
It's not Crank and no, it's not Speed
You can scratch Ecstasy and off the list is Weed
It's not Cocaine and it sure isn't Crack
What I got is way better and that's a fact
It doesn't make you fly like PCP
And it's not the Beatles precious little Lucy
For those who don't know that's LSD
No, it's not Brown or any other Opiates
It does not provide hallucinations like Shrooms or Caps
Damn sure is not Juice nor is it Inhalants
It's not Ritalin, Ephedrine, or Tobacco my friend
None of those are even on the same level as this Stimulant
I'm pushing openness of the mind
You want to fly, use your imagination and close your eyes
Because this keeps your feet planted
And gives you mad insight
No, this potion does not need to be snorted, consumed, or injected
Nor is it sniffed or smoked but it can be addictive
I hustle that Truth
And give my opinions to you
I advertise real shit
And on y'all I dump these Pharmaceuticals
I trade my Essence for just a little of your time
I deal in realities more than fantasies
But trust me this type of Narcotic is mighty fine
A simple exchange is needed, no monetary donation
My sedative for your contemplation
A pill for observation
This drug for your consideration
Poetry is what I peddle
I traffick in Rhyme
Knowledge is the drug
I'm your connect for a small supply
I'm pusher of sorts
The candy man with compositions
A bargainer of course
The bagman with expositions
I'm a supplier for Balladry
Your source for Versification
I deal in Rhyming Arrangements
I handle Dissertations
Trust and believe
I got what you need
Whether it be a simple creation
A verse, a tune, or a theme
I barter melodies
And contract symphonies
I give you the high of life
By vending poesies
I'm the Drug dealer of all drug dealers
Because I pitch that which is most dangerous
Knowledge in stanzas
Philosophical enlightenment in opus
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