MRG - The One They Call Ben

Alright, let's dim the lights, set the scene, Prepare for a tale, straight from the unseen, A name so divine, it thunders through the night, A name so potent, it ignites the fight. In the realm of words, I reign supreme, A god in every verse, a dream within a dream, My name, carried by the whispers of the breeze, I'm the one they call... Ben, with ease. In the tongue of the Anglo-Saxons, I'm the Bard, Crafting tales that touch the heart, A name that dances on the edge of a blade, I'm the one they call... Ben, unafraid. In Español, I'm El Maestro, Crafting rhymes, a true Conquistador, A name that resonates with the beat of a drum, I'm the one they call... Ben, I've won. In Italian, Sono Il Maestro di Parole, A name that echoes through the canals of Venice, I craft rhymes that steal your soul, I'm the one they call... Ben, bold and whole. In Deutsch, Ich bin Der Wortkünstler, A name that rings like a bell, Crafting verses that make the mountains shake, I'm the one they call... Ben, awake. In French, Je suis Le Maître des Mots, A name that flows like the Seine, Crafting lines that steal your heart, I'm the one they call... Ben, a work of art. In Russian, Я - Владыка Слов, A name that rolls like thunder, Crafting rhymes that shake the core, I'm the one they call... Ben, soar. So remember, when you hear the wind whisper, Or feel the earth beneath you quiver, That's the echo of my name, the god of all lingo, The one who rules the words, I'm... Ben, the Linguistic Ringo. But among friends, just call me Ben, The Rap God of every lingo, till the end.