16 Bars Of Magic. I Need Back The Feedback

I feel the heat of the beat as I'm wrapping up words.
Then I diminish and finish when you've heard the 3rd verse.
Rehearse and reverse to deliver the worst curse.
I spit destructively corrupted octaves bigger than earth's birth.

Weaving ill kills, with real skills I be expressing lyrically.
My magically radical parables put the death toll to infinity.
No vanity, but apparently can it be insanity.
Fatality if you challenge me, when I unleash my mentality.

I'm not half full or half empty, I'm a glass full off perfectly.
I write gently, but bite plenty, I blast fast and directly.
I am the vision, a division of the ultimate mission.
I'm preparing to scare, yeah I tear with precision.

You were looking for god and found me, that makes me serendipitous.
I don't trip while I rip quick I'm sick (tick) and I'm gripping this.
I'm terrible, unforgettable, with a medal for incredible.
You cant digest the best Jeffs, to whack rappers see I'm inedible.

dang dood, this is good. you have a good idea to it but if its a rap (which is what it sounds like to me) you still need a chorus to go by. there isnt much else i can say because im still reading it over and its early in the morning to me so ill reread this tomorrow with a fresh mind, but non the less its a good song just add a chorus to it.

Need some feedback guys