Critique the Mod!

[Concussion]

Blossoming in its brilliant supernova when I ignite the stars
I batter these bars, smattered and scattered in scars, over beats that would shatter electric guitars, served on a platter as I smoke my cigars
And as I smoke on what I combust from that cigarette
Haters choke on the dust off of my fleeting silhouette
And while they're out superficially fronting about their supersonic jet
I'm masterminding ways to conquer the entire United States debt
Swagger! Colder than an ice dagger
And will make the most ignorant of braggers start to stagger
If a bond of gentrification was inappropriate
Then let solar radiation make it disassociate
Serendipitous, but precipitous, these games are haunting menaces
Repudiate supremacists, exsanguinate your nemesis
But if competition ceases to exist, then who's the enemy?
Living in a lonely world where no one is a friend to me
Rise from the ashes, from desecration to rededication: Hanukkah
Hip-hop is so much more than backing words over electronica
Haters criticise but don't act, hypocrites at their own cause
Sensationalise with no pact, lit up at their own flaws
Don't realise they're so wack, sit back to close doors
I'm civilised as matter of fact, I creep in and exit with no applause
Anger, the naive feed with infernal violence
Anger, the wise feed with external silence
Swagger, the way we act to what they react with eternal flyness
Flag her! Unable to be duplicated, initiate internal nerveless
Watch the beef soar to the stratosphere, and how I levitate it further
And watch me kill the hype, like J. Cole: premeditated murder
Healthy, stealthy, and wealthy in a dead game, the fitness, and I invite the witnesses
I do things you can't even put in words or sentences
To quote Cole again: I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without the flaws
Embezzled with no laws, is life better with no wars?
Until the possible becomes actual, it is only an illusion. Issue it as a maybe?
Can the criminal lady give money to the babies out in Haiti?
The coalescing symphonies resound in over-turgid weighing
Read Luke 10:33, we're doing actions before we're saying

A thousand sparkling stars streak past the midnight summer sky
Wheeling in their infinite axes, so why try to fight the tide?
So many roads to travel, and visions to unravel
Fruitless battles to taste the gravel, power to the masses or the gavel?
Diversify the power of masses into classes, one man has it, the other lacks it
Human ruin from the lands fire's consuming from nuclear retribution
Unfair distribution, a revolution sparking, no electrocution
But that spark of courage ignites the fires of hope, a hope to find a better solution to the pollution
We're ahead of time, synthesizing and processing our evolution,
But that in itself might one day doom us to our own execution
Inner peace, confusion, which essence is Confucian?
Who was Confucius? Who wrote the Bible, who wrote the Qu'ran?
I can't help to think like Nas: was it that one lightning storm
That gave birth to the earth and what it's worth, then dinosaurs were born?

The expanse of a glance, prance into a dance, lanced into a chance, the hands, the trance, the stance: all in France?
Advance in romance like you had ants in your pants, or enhance the askance from a complicated circumstance?
Would you watch your life turn pitch black and cold if you split up with your girl?
If you could gift-wrap the globe, would you really give her the world?
1848, when you sift at the gold, could it really be worth more than a pearl?
As the world turns, you live and neglect the old, should you leave the past in a swirl?
Watch the smile on your face, the tears of a sad clown
Feeling so misplaced, wave the NYC yellow-cab down
Bright nights encapsulate dark days, filled up with all this ish
So we drink and smoke our problems away, roll down the windows, drop the ashes on the bridge
Life's a $$$$$, be it's pimp, and serve up all that it can dish
Find your niche in life, don't live too precariously, no Everest ridge
And so I ponder the meaning of life, knowing you hold your own even dearer
Complicated circumstances interfere, an off-course steer, can't persevere to pioneer your frontier
It's so damn so confusing: every time I try looking nearer, it becomes obscurer
The words are faded into black, but no need to fear, after 20 years, the message is still clearer
If you wanna change the world, first look at the man in the mirror
Damn...it's been a year, month, week, and day to commemorate the passing of Michael
But life goes on and that's just the way it is; we circumambulate in its vicious cycle

[kd0t]

I'll get back to you later on this prob, should really be working!

Preliminary:

layout could do with some work (line 2 especially)
some of your big words dont make sense, unless you can explain the context, for example:

If a bond of gentrification was inappropriate
Then let solar radiation make it disassociate

So far feels like a "freestyle" as opposed to a written, not even half way through yet though so will see what I end up with when I have finished reading it properly.

[Concussion]

The entire first part of it is freestyled actually. The middle one is half-half and the last one is written beforehand.