Blessed Hands

I flip a wrist n' the Sahara

Explodes in a cornucopia

Both my hands are cocked

Like a double barreled shotgun

I make a flake smoke

In the arctic cold

Wet embers flicker n' glow

Combust in a field of snow

In my right is opportunity

In my left is importunity

I am a ball of manifestation

I was born in regal explosion

By Divine revelation

My hands are blessed

By great drops of bloodshed

I touch a hapless defender

Put him on a level with Gore Vidal

A lethal attacking defender

Brings up the rear for Barca

I strike awe into Midas

My hands whorl of thumb

N' fingers are blessed with force

As effective as a Glock

Like a staff to guide the flock

Knock you off the block

Set you reeling in your Crocs

My face set as flint

My eyes pop the locks

With a malignant glint

A wave of shocks/Reset the clocks

Get out of dodge

Here comes the judge

I send lethal shocks

That scramble up your spine

Fear knots your hair in locks

Respond in kind

Bruh you'd be surprised

How tricky this game can be

Like Jack on the bean

Or raccoons in a bin

But my hands

Are gifted with supernatural

Abilities anything I touch

Effectually goes boom

In the wake of golden blossoms

I'm afforded creative room

Enchanting as the aurora

Charming as a fedora

I handle a plethora

With the skill of a master

Let my hands walk you thru

Mysteries planned in time's youth

Ain't nothing better blessed

Than my hands the oppressor

Finds it hard to suppress

It works like a compressor

I shoot the arrow/N' hit the heart

Make a big hole/A true work of art

Glow of a burning halo

A remarkable venture

My hands are carefully sculptured

By the finger of God

The blessing of the Lord

That maketh rich

Carved me a niche

Baked in the oven

Clay pottery turned Beethoven

Retrieved silken speech

From a gold chest

Rid of defect n' a glitch

My chords He dressed

Magic purrs in my breath

Spectacular under my belt

My fingerprints

Are grooves of ingenuity

My fingertips

Are a curse to mediocrity

If my heart can conceive it

If I set my eyes on it

Bend my back to it

Then my hands can invent it

These hands/Mold tangible wonders 

I insert biotic properties in dry land

My hands are fashioned

Like hand in glove

To be Divine weapons

Every project

I undertake is a statement

My fingers are packed

Like a loaded Mack

I can work a shack

A crumbling pack of cards 

Into a glittering palace

Translate idle parlance

Into startling ambivalence

My fingers are clasped

Around the glass of time lapse

I rearrange the timeline

Like laundry on the clothesline

My hands are blessed

I do much more with less

Still I press/I compress tasks

N' then I can bask

In the sun make a flask

Preserve the heat intense

So I can boil a nuisance like eggs

Control the midfield like Iniesta

Flip the game like Chiesa

Enter a dessert start a fiesta

Gifted hands

Like mine max a chance

Whoop a circumstance

When I set a mode/It's touch n' go

My hands are legendary

Restores life in the cemetery

Blessed not X'd/I determine next 

My hands are a peach

My game is at a pitch

I'm pitched against pitch

Darkness n' still I preach

Slivers of light like cleavers

Prune n' carve divas

From soot dark contours

I'm a raconteur/I weave a filigree 

From a plume of smoke

A breathtaker from Conakry

Magic I stoke/Anything I work with

Translates to poetry

Whatever I'm to wit

Becomes a piece of magic

I touch the tragic/N' out comes Jumanji

Make the River Genjis

Flow into the Kalahari

Resolve any harakiri

While enjoying potpourri

My hands are blessed

To translate the universe

It's a smoking gun/N' it never bombs

It walks its talk/It smooths the rough

It pays like big bucks

It weathers the tough

A pen in my fingers

Turns me into a Mozart

I grab a brush n' canvas

N' I am Rembrandt

My hands are blessed

There is no contest.

Eneh