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Iron Poet: Multi-Syllabic Metaphors and Lyrical Heights by Daniel Villegas

I showcase my skills as an Iron Poet, delivering multi-syllabic metaphors and complex wordplay that blend spiritual consciousness with raw lyricism. I talk about elevating through poetic expression, mixing languages like Spanish and Catalan, drawing inspiration from historical figures like Cleopatra and Erykah Badu, and creating rhymes that breathe with their own life. I emphasize that my words strike truth like storms, my flow is rapid and energetic, and I'm here to ignite minds and push through norms with the power of language and movement. #IronPoet #MultiSyllabic #LyricalGenius #PoetrySlam #Wordplay #HipHopPoetry #MetaphoricalFlow #SpokenWord #ConsciousRap #MicSkills #PoetryOnMic #LyricalHeight #RhymeScheme #PoetryArt #WordSmith Download poem https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ncr0F... I'm the next iron poet, you can see me on mics. 'Cause I'ma do more things than just bring in the light. I'm here to ignite, like walking on lava. Elevating high like a spiritual conscious. My content can be considered the hardest. Just playing, no I'm not, yo, I hit like I'm August. The multi-syllabic metaphorical garnet. My rhymes come fully dressed like a fashion statement. And still I got enough words to rip out pages. Melancholy, but only because I feel the faintest. Ideas spread out like a vegetarian, blatant. So real and so raw, like an invisible spaceship. And still I consider to be part of this matrix. Where all is thought, but also backed up by some movement. Actions are actions unless you fully compute it. And despite all the heckles, I'ma push through the norm. Like a bodybuilder lifting up his back from the wall. I'm like Atlas holding the world on my shoulders. In case I ever do fall. I walk on the sky and use the clouds as my form. And in the middle of chaos, I create energy. Lightning straight from a raindrop as it keeps the letter G. Like God and trusting to nature, cold like glaciers. But then I heat up like a volcanic crater. Busta Rhymes like Busta Rhymes whenever I intertwine Spanish with Catalan. Make homie the Dalai Lama sing like, "Ooh, la, la, la." That's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing. And still I bring historical truth. Like Egyptian's Sphinx, known to hold roots. 'Cause all that was water. Canoes and trade ports from the coming of time. And still I glow light like the sun in my rhymes. And speaking sublime with lyrical heights. A canopy is my reality. When I casually clear out my odyssey. A commodity for economic anthologies. Is to be possibly like pottery. Molded into greatness when my apologies are nothing but hypotheses. Okay, let me reorder my raps. I'm talking about raps like Cleopatra. Raps like Erykah Badu raps. Raps like emcees flowing on the Nile River, either way it's cool. Raps like Bohemian Rhapsody. My raps can breathe 'cause they take form of their own. So let me kick this rap for the people at home. When my raps can be rapidly scatting to evaporate calories. When my rhymes are like batteries. Yo, I flow like the lottery, one in a million. Words when I calibrate coliseas, or I meant to say coliseums. My words strike truth like a storm with a pile of felines. Yo, I rewind back to the beginning of this poem. 'Cause if you miss the purpose, then you're lost in the source. Or should I say lost in the sauce? Either way, I will end it like I'm fully alarmed. The command of my tongue when I silhouette songs. You see, our shadows can hold light. But it depends on the storm. Or should I say it depends on the poem? Either way, I rock mics like I'm back in the barn. Iron Poet.