You already know who it is
Oh yeah
It's me
The second coming of Shakespeare
About to drop the most equivocal bars known to mankind
A
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves or none or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west
Which by and by black night doth take away
Death's second self that seals up all in rest
You thought I was gone?
I've got an entire second half to rap
That's right
It is I
The second coming of Shakespeare
I don't stop halfway
A
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by
This thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong
To love that well which thou must leave ere long