Scope

I make edits to change the shape of the game-
you take credit for aesthetics causing migraine headaches-
I chase panicked staple conventions-
you paint canvas with crazed madness that's making you take xanax-
when you sleep I keep the peace on beats like beat cops-
on each block and I need not a bigger piece than pea shots-
figure me a precog on a see-saw opposite bigotry-
on my way up to avert apocalypse misery-
"so then why are you talking in riddles b?"-
there are grades of difficulty to every fiddle melody-
There's a difference between ancient Greece and little Italy-
And I can't explain the concept of achilles heels to the little leagues- 
Scope is the name, flow in the veins, toting the brain-
Like im openly going on about opium strains-
blowing the flame out of going the fame rout-
I'd rather show you my game now before I'm going insane- so
Im about to consider myself introduced-
and start telling the truth going through some elegant hoops-
it's just me, all by myself in the booth-
I'm Spokesperson Scope and I'm better than you-