Open Mic: Crooked I paraphrase

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   Yo, blaze it up son, blaze it up, yeah check it
I spit impossible rhymes full of philosophical lies
that destroy your spine, to reach your medulla oblongata blind
I'll run you over when it's apocalypse time,
to have the flow unleashed like Optimus Prime 
Optimus PRIME will pop ya,
permanent dismemberment have you rocking hat for mask 
like a real phantom of the opera
Stop all these new queers, who rhyme like every night is new year's
cerebral hemispheres get blew here
There's really no need to cuss and fuss,
just, I'd rather scratch it up from the brush that's bust
I'll make the angriest atheist praise me,
if not he's feeling a simultaneous pain of a shot shaking his pancreas 
maybe it's my instantaneous plot
Shaking my head at these emcees because it's an instantaneous thought
Stop the flow and regulate,
I put a time bomb in my temple and hug you till it detonates
Rush in with the weakest bars, get outcast like Bobby Fischer
Stop rhyming because the God is bigger, a farce you figured
is not intelligent because my intelligence is so heaven-sent
if you can rhyme then I can change time and break spines
So wait guys, I'm really late for school
like my state of education time travelled to the past just to berate you

24 bars.

I'm still new to rapping. Someone please give me feedback

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	Yo, blaze it up son, blaze it up, yeah check it I spit impossible rhymes full of philosophical lies that destroy your spine, to reach your medulla oblongata blind I'll run you over when it's apocalypse time, to have the flow unleashed like Optimus Prime Optimus PRIME will pop ya, permanent dismemberment have you rocking hat for mask like a real phantom of the opera Stop all these new queers, who rhyme like every night is new year's cerebral hemispheres get blew here There's really no need to cuss and fuss, just, I'd rather scratch it up from the brush that's bust I'll make the angriest atheist praise me, if not he's feeling a simultaneous pain of a shot shaking his pancreas maybe it's my instantaneous plot Shaking my head at these emcees because it's an instantaneous thought Stop the flow and regulate, I put a time bomb in my temple and hug you till it detonates Rush in with the weakest bars, get outcast like Bobby Fischer Stop rhyming because the God is bigger, a farce you figured is not intelligent because my intelligence is so heaven-sent if you can rhyme then I can change time and break spines So wait guys, I'm really late for school like my state of education time travelled to the past just to berate you 24 bars. I'm still new to rapping. Someone please give me feedback