Rhymes

Got this game locked down into a crevice of my imagination/
asphyxiation of my effect/
not possible cuz I make my own oxygen/
register the composition/
I'm four-fifths of Hip-Hop like nitrogen gas in the atmosphere/
blast kats next to it/
where the ozone layer O3 forms a hole in the stratosphere/
too much radiation for the average MC to handle/
rivaled only by the radiance emanating from me/
so follow the lead like the CO2 from a candle/
-ZHERO MBP