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da Vinci's Scalpel
02:53
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I'm all alone melt your crowns, let your king crawl to thrones
scalded bones stacked in the path after that hauled to home
Smash the track to pieces, leave the shards embedded start to set it
My masterpiece is rancid grief, replete with darkened menace
Sharks in parkas circle wagons, earth is such a work of madness
Truck North’s one of the dopest, have you heard his magic
Same goes for Light in Jersey working insane stoves
Volcanos vomiting gravestones, the waves close
I’m not getting over, I’m Killdozer going through
Still sober fulfilling potential, mental growth anew
A host of ruses beckon me relentless siren medleys shriek
hardened heart leads to heavy speech, unless the lessons leave
Select the grief and pour it from the goblet, form is awful
That tower that they’re building out of prayer for sure will topple
Without some action behavioral changes, same betrayal
My taste for stages voracious a hunger stays so fatal
Pursuit is zooming down the autobahn with eyes closed
Brake calipers and cables gone, so long to life’s lows
The taunts that dive the deepest heal the slowest, in a field of lotus
Blossoms, I’m leaving trails for indecent thieves to feed to roaches
The beat my chrysalis, emerging from a newer form
I liquify myself inside the track so choose a storm
Entombed in norms, I’m breaking molds so I can take control
Slicing off the paws of those demanding that I pay the toll
A code of monsters, accordingly grow despondent, sword’s asleep
Pocahontas the life of a broken promise, tropes demonic
So toast the gauntlet I’m dropping to crack the earth in half
I never left so they can’t ever claim the verse is back
My resume resonates, spatter patterns on a surgeon’s mask
I am the wall against the alternates prefer to crash
Snatch the olive branch from the dove’s beak and turn it black
Rust creeps on the sternums nasturtiums internment camps
Render furtive plans to dust, adjust the cuss to customize
Intend to burn and cancel clucks, a rancid thrust of buxom pride
I let it turn and twist inside my guts, conduct it live
Throw the flesh before them on the floor for sure it doth divide
Listen to abundant growth in human form
Over the rainbow, resplendent corpses leak pierced with unicorns
The force complete, divorce your source and seed,
I stagger forward in a suit of scorn, fortune reaped, assorted bruises swarm
I warp the speed until the air around me disappears
Transmission scrambled, an anvil on your switching gears
Itch with fears, the disciplined dissident with his missile leers
Gristle smeared with viscera no symphony insincere
The grinch in here Da Vinci with the scalpel gleaming hungriest
Summoning of monsters amongst the monks with the money clips
I’m running laps inside the maze until my feet have mapped it
A deadened parcel of vendetta marvel metatarsals
I leapt the average Greta Garbo on a bed of marble
bleed ecclesiastic sleazy magic, so let the scars grow
My pressure is a pestilence mortar and pestle pessimist
Sort of obsessive measurement, torturous scent my regiment
Your war paint is nothing but smudges of budget sorbet
My filigree too ornate for your poor feints
I’m ordained in the sword’s name, take the lord in vain
The sort of change that renders other efforts torn and maimed
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Reclining in the driver’s seat, rearview spiderweb
Choking on the song I’m writing as the piper wept
Prilosec because my cough reverberates
An often nervous, loss of vertebrae, tossed to the rocks and sure to break
Spurn the turtle’s pace for moving faster, making haste
A latent paste of residue around my eyes, today’s replaced
A mound of flies beneath the buzz is gristle teeth and guts
Cheap enough to seek deluxe, deeper as the demons thrust
Keys and cups overflowing and we barely treat the cut
Keeping up crows are crowing and with air eat enough
Cheat the love and noone’s knowing that Indeed it was
Treason’s cuffs a dose of strobing grief the thief of lust
Allegiance plus denoted growing teeth at least combust
Treatment thus is motorboating streaks of keys with rust
Keeping up with all the joneses, soldiers falter, frozen
Meanwhile, inside the octagon they brawl ferocious
A toxic throng of altered focus screaming bloodlust
Blunt force trauma nominees embalm with such stuff
The comet leaves enough behind for all us to witness
The calmest breeze rippling the altered just a smidgeon
Adjust the vision of the lady of justice, distant
Cedric Ceballos the DA with a slam dunk case to prison
They stay submissive for the chance to taste the riches
Posing warm hearted photo ops, but their traits are frigid
The snakes and lizards slithering amongst the great division
Giving some love with voracious takes to blaze the kitchen
Afraid it isn’t, a velvet rope betrayal visits
Satanism my vision tainted with this hate its prism
They sell us hope long enough to keep the pockets thickened
FOMO the MO, hustling ostracism
The cost of living the gospel gotten them lost and wizened
Oxygen in the tentative tent intent to flock with pigeons
Mixed feelings but I couldn’t afford the mastering
Spit congealing on the paper when the hatchet swings
My thoughts become the ink, the ink becomes a puddle
Where ideas swim laps and then my speech is but a bubble
CD player in the Prius, car tunes play the loudest
The same brush to rest in peace is used to paint a coward
Clay is powder terraforming terracotta warriors
In terrordomes pteradactyls tearing at the sorry verse
So why rehearse, my wiring recombines on daily basises
70s born, yet 80s kid with his hazy gift
Ways equipped to grow, cannot condone the laziness
And that’s the way it is, I take the brunt with no evasiveness
So brace for it, I play for keeps with speech that’s flavorful
A gold plated wreath I don’t require when I’m gracing flows
Ways to go? I’m well aware without divining rods
Staying humble on my journey amongst the mighty gods
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Trifecta
03:39
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They got us falling over ourselves for the word exposure
I’m quick to use the word no cause I prefer the closure
Insert the cobra per show the masterpiece of rap arrives
And when I get the track done is when I’m satisfied
Don’t lack for love my heart embedded in the track tremendous
The artist setting bars to Barcelona, back to get it
Scar the Mona Lisa beasting with the phat phonetics
You got a glock in plumbers cracks, but me I pack a sentence
Indeed I’m half the menace that you pose with vapid repping
My wrath exposed so I travel on a path that froze
The pattern rendered, Simplicity, sick of trash that’s tepid
I factor wreckage when considering my stats of venom
That’s an ending they couldn’t stick with all the glue from horses
I traveled way around the globe from home, I choose the Fortress
A new assortment of words that are moving human torsion
Towel for distance, scowls admittance plus they threw the fork in
Huge endurance, I keep my lungs and heart in proper shape
Don’t generate a buzz when playing games, I operate
No tweezers connected to wires, batteries, and lights
An honor’s graduate, in this academy of life
So the calm his majesty majestic breath academy
Stacking that cadaver deep so peep the cast and leap
And that’s complete, my cipher full of deadly snakes and spiders
Leaving only 8 survivors and they ate survivors
My plate assignment lay the goods upon the platter well
Empty magazine full eclipse covers Mademoiselle
A tug of war with words superb urge, the rugged want
A chef whipping up the flavor call me JugaNaut
The fumigator, ruminating with a group of Naders
Word to Showrocka back and forth, swore to chose the Raiders
Supermajor shoutout to Forward Indiana
Solidarity, not charity since we stand up
United, togetherness so we can better live
Affording medicine without middlemen getting meddlesome
Confederates dunces a bunch of punks so drunk with deafness wins
Raising Nazi salute,s a wave of festered limbs
So let’s begin analyzing why we stay divided
Fear becomes a factor, podcast to raise the prices
So hate it rises the tides of yachts for billionaires
And sleep deprivation hits hard for children scared
Maslow’s hierarchy inspiring my malarky
Snake oil talks so smooth they find it charming
It’s quite alarming but fanboys are mighty armies
Doxxing anyone opposing them with their whiny harping
Mixtape Terrance Trent D’Arby with with the slick take
Cheap Trick plus Taylor Dayne obey the brick bake
I had a crush on her so bad, and looking back
I wonder what it was exactly what I was looking at
Never gonna give you up before the Rick Rolls
Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince since the kid spit gold
Prolly had father figure on deck, George Michael
Rocking my sweatshirt, yep, the blue velour vital
Tape deck connected to the radio, set to capture
I hear the first bar hit record, I get enamored
Auto reverse deck, that became the game changer
Back to back keep it running with the great flavor
Put a patch of tape over the tab, record again
Petra tapes became Pantera war to zen
Devastated not popping tabs on fresh dubs
End up with a blank spot, guess I had messed up
Now I’ve got to hit the radio and start from scratch
Wack albums make blank fodder from the bargain racks
Stutter rap 7, Morris Minor and the Majors there
I walked to K-Mart with mom and then we payed the share
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Sankofa
Wake up in the morning with the yearning for words
With no liveness getting channeled, so I sit in this turn
A broken man considering worth, working penmanship
But the ink isn’t ship shaped, it sinks and then it drifts
Down to the bottom with my hopes and dreams
Sound is forgotten and my scope careens
I think of all the times my inspiration never faded
All it serves to do is torment me, grim deflated
In a state of every word I want to use, I did before
Innovative heavy dirge piranha chews a bitter score
And I’m keeping track along with trains of thought that don’t run
In it for the joy, but now the point of this is no fun
The harder I try, the more it escapes
Forcing unfortunate ways morbid mistakes
Turning phrases but the rack and pinion breaks
Before I ever get around that corner, great
So baby come back
With that vision I'm missing u
When the drum tracks
Hitting then it gets written to
And they want that
The ones who's listenin and wishing for truth
So come back, baby come back
Seron
Riding down rider’s block
no stop sign, and if you’d find one you’d probably write it down
that’s a pretty unpretty circular movement/ cruising through a city of U-turns - constantly taking you back to where you’ve been
but you need to get off that track
take a walk off-road and watch those flows slowly come back
because words are like water- you can’t really grab them
rather you get enfolded by the phenomenon you trying to gather
so if you find a detour - might as well enter
like that time I pulled over at this recycling center
and those shelves held a jazz collection
next thing you’d have Satchmo teaching a rapper lessons
there’s an intricate transcendence to words/ sometimes, only at distance do you catch glance of it
and if you looking for words to drop yo hiphop
sometimes you have to turn it off and listen to bee-bop
So baby come back
With that vision I'm missing u
When the drum tracks
Hitting then it gets written to
And they want that
The ones who's listenin and wishing for truth
So come back, baby come back
JON?DOE
So baby come back
With that vision I'm missing u
When the drum tracks
Hitting then it gets written to
And they want that
The ones who's listenin and wishing for truth
So come back, baby come back
It's been way too long since I made a song
Got me sitting here feeling like my baby's gone
Quit playing with JON's emotions, our bonds devotion
I need her locomotion rockin' tracks and stage for throngs
I'm just hoping she returns as the beat loops
These other tokens don't discern in their cheap suits
See they ain't never felt the yearn or the passion as it burns
Her immaculate concern bearin' these fruits
For now the blank page telling me to go fish
Misplacin the inspiration for creation of the dope ish
Just outta my reach us where the quote sits
Got me trynna find a line like I been pinin for my old chick
to reach their destination some just wander the path
I shed tears for the years of time squandered then laugh
And I'd be fine if Rhymes just spawned in a flash
But tell the truth just to write this took a month and a half
So baby come back
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Mateen Cleaves
02:20
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Selfie prepping regimen, next step exfoliate
The goal to stain our teeth to blinding witness, wholly blazed
Note disdain as beef is rivals writhing in a Stoli daze
Less blood means fewer drinks to chase the buzz we cope with late
An open grave for overeager folk who overate
Mateen Cleaves with the cleaver swinging broken plates
Make no mistake they closed the gate, you check the lock is rusted
Chuck and Flav told us back in the days not to trust it
But here we are, wondering why the party goes without us
They go bananas for extended clips and frozen cowards
A soul devoured word to Sponyfield, the body reels
Delicacy with the frosty feels, cannot be healed
A delicatessen, serving the most delicious irony
A couple scoops for bubble goose produced the price of beef
So pluck the groove from the harpsichord from darker shores
Carcass gored for their amusement, lucid arts of war
Embark on tours where the glory day’s a gory maze
The more we raise funds they more it costs to score filets
Endorphins craved Robert Horry stays to hit from deep
Forget the ring, I’m here to tongue kiss the key and lift it free
My raps paint the Sistine chapel on the roof of my mouth
A rotten apple with acoustic bruises, moving it out
No doubt, brains are blown about, the winds of change a tornado
Scratching names in empty plaques Before they go
Thicker drops coagulate on windshields, it rains slow
Claim to keep it moving in a comp but couldn’t Winnebago
Pick a route, but best begin the way home, stick it out
Rod Strickland with the slickness sounds sicker now
Depict the sound, raw rhythm with the vision loud
Disavowed crucifixion picture started slipping down
Guess the pushpin couldn’t hold a Christ with plaster up
Communion ready consuming heavy so pass the cup
Disaster struck in just a moment when his guard was down
Scene turned to black with broken bones and loads of barking sounds
Expiration dates on toe tags to mark them down
Provoke brags pens are running dry when dope is dosage found
Associated with the sociopaths
Raising toasts in glasses with a cache of opium stashed
The ghostly passage dancing to the rain of dirt upon a casket
Baby blues run red, purple infants burping automatics
No thoughts of magic to disappear, the gauze is tattered
Too many kicks in here, boxes getting tossed in attics
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Ewing with the Work
03:16
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I’m Ronnie James Deodorant
Taking out cats funking the funk with nasty flows to win
So don’t begin
Inappropriate posing upon a podium
B-boys and b-girls on old linoleum
Eric Spoelstra with Cher and Yoda
Prepare for Kofa, the rare aroma so perilous so spare the TROMA
Scared of no one, making up ground with vegan burgers
Speaking berber carpet rolls, that spark to Tina Tuner
Sharpen blades with heart for days
Phone sex, maybe it’s just hard to say, so mark the graves
Charts in flames, i’m holding matches and some golden axes
Start to rain, napalm the soul assassin
Word is born, breath control here is folic acid
Fold you half wits, going nowhere, cold molasses
Wrote the passage that you walk down with knocking knees
Speak it plainly, how you cocky Gs cannot capiche
The hot caprice classic with the widebody rolls
saying so long, limousine rides and adios
bawdy folk rode fame to copy Ghost, that’s weak
Go bots, throw these slack rappers on the trash heap
Don’t stop get it, ambulance a couple medics
Call Burnt Bakarak and he can puff the lettuce
Udonis Haslem, Big Daddy Kane, Madonna spazzing
Drama catching, bombing kids, now Obama’s clapping
I navigate without a GPS
Run these Fort Wayne streets copy, PDF
Patrick Ewing with the work because you see me sweat
Staying grounded, never drowning in a knee deep mess
A Beat Street rep, complete with a boombox
Rented it from Wrecklords fresh with the nuance
Giving these new prawns some croutons to chew on
P-A letter of recommendation to Sean
C lever and use the fulcrum accordingly
I’m the miser on the mic and still recording heat
Throw them in the brig, time to punish crews
Pop your bubble goose, leave the feathers running loose
Putting braces on biters, set them straight
Fly sneaks, funk enough to make them levitate
I’ll take a plate of pepper steak with some broccoli
And make it rain soy sauce on the sloppy heap
Loy Vaught with the Clippers making Breena mad
The peter piper teeter totter with the team attack
You hope to heal, I’m doing wheelies in the popemobile
And get applause, claps echo to provoke a seal
Staying hungry, after dinner comes the bonus meal
Blazing from me, you know the deal I’m staying dope for real
The flow concealed, cop pierogies straight from Nostradmus
Everybody acting like they all forgot the bronzes
Hot piranhas, Smurfettes with black katanas
You thought I left it all behind, but now I’m back up on it
The track is bonkers, got the chopsticks with laser cannons
4011 on the hashtag, I stay bananas
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13 Wings
02:37
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13 wings, so only six of us can fly
The shortest straw drawn on camel backs, I must design
The breakage point numbering straw dispensers
Gift horse from across dimensions lost the dentures, scarred with caustic venom
My thoughts of editing beheaded feeling down again
Snap an ink cartridge just so I can drown the pen
Justifying my lust for the climb that I’m upon
No rooks or kings or queens or knights, unite the right and wrong
Trying to dance, finding rhythm in my fighting chance
The deal we made exchanging vows was just some sleight of hand
Time is sand turned to glass within the atom split
The thoughts inside of my will never vote unanimous
So combative with open casket additive, mad again
The starved sink in quicksand and watch the fad ascend
A battered friend circling the drain reaches out with open claws
It’s hard to speak with broken jaws, I bleed and soak the gauze
Matching twins with emphatic manners and that’s a binge
A stitch in nine time, find me I’m patching in
A rude awakening inside of my communiques
The mood to the break the ring craven in pursuit of praise
I search within myself to find some form of catalyst
The morbid chattering, satellites mics and adder skin
Find the man and mice strike twice, now they’re sad again
Memorializing times from when they had a friend
A manic binge posing mannequins with fragile limbs
The sharpest claws draws blood watch the badgers win
Strawman with a badge of tin, imagining
Raising a hatchet like Molly’s father, all is black and grim
Back them in, a fascinating facet dazzles customers
Who Hide their surgery scars behind the plushest furs
I must adjourn, disgust before the wretched rust and lust returns
Conversating with myself between a couple ferns
The subtle burn that becomes inferno is taking over me
Over and over and over and over again, my sense is rotary
Drenched with sweat, the salt invades my eyes so they can nowhere see
No plate or state of mind betrayal is just another rogue to scheme
From Rosa, screams, tabula rasa below the fiends
With no esteem, He keeps two himself. this Noah dreams
A newish pelt the latest target of his flagellations
A cat of nine tails, pacing in combative maze
Matching twins with emphatic manners and that’s a binge
A stitch in nine time, find me I’m patching in
A rude awakening inside of my communiques
The mood to the break the ring craven in pursuit of praise
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Medicine in Paradise
01:55
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I’ve seen Christmas cookies inspired by shirts that I’ve dropped
I keep it fun, I’m not concerned with any surge to the top
The beating drum is leaving the bitter beleaguered
I paid dues, obeyed moves, considered the risk and procedure
Supercalifragilballistic
These rappers spit a mile a minute but the talent is missing
Stylish gimmicks, vile and wicked with a calendar rigid
Time to hit it Astounding and hidden rhythm when I prowl the division
Endowed with the vision I’m killing doubt with bonesaws in both claws
The merch wizard in blizzards with his dope socks
No cosigns, no length and side is adjacent to me
Chasing goofy cats with slow strides, a Jason movie
Staying woozy in a grey jacuzzi, so where’s the juice react?
Let’s converse, Busy Bee tapes in new TEACs
You can’t relate, the orphanage burned to ash
Along with any records that concerned the batch, merk a track
No time for being less than assertive, I calculate the effort needed
Stetsasonic my breath allotted, demented edicts
The scent of Egypt, chiling at my leisure, I”m not content to reap it
Throwing wrenches relentless the menace, lens the cleanest
My pencil’s bleeding, Eden’s placenta with heaven leaking
I seek the solace of reverie, I am never leaving
Adrenaline my meaning tethered to the leash’s swing
The allure of crowns and royalty can keep a king
Holding on to secrets sting, the beast unleashed can feed the ring
Jesus pieces as a cheat sheet, believe and sing
I feed them string, a steady diet what will maybe be
So many pass along, survivor’s guilt, I remain to breathe
The pain in me painstakingly painting hatred enables greed
Buffalo soldier boots, fitting bills with fatal cleats
Neonatal beeps from the NICUs where parents cry
Prepared for new additions, never prepared to die
And where’s the lie?
Medicine in paradise
Medicine in paradise
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Jerome's Niece
03:54
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Why should I support a major brand
Like they ever gave a damn
Maybe I’ll just play for fam and fans, K Durant
Take a stand and now the podium is ghost
Watch the speaker of the house, see him folding in his clothes
A shell game, the lack of soul has been exposed
I hear my blood crystallize as the coldness of it grows
It’s not something that I’m seeking, I just seems to happen
I hide my inner child beneath a sheath of recent passion
Try to tell them that’s going to be okay again
But am I lying to myself beneath a vacant pen
Taken ten with a couple left to smuggle breath
Sleep is my cousin so I cuddle death
Jerome’s niece at the last supper, but who’s Judas?
Last to laugh, probably the one who moves smoothest
Nothing’s whispered in my ear of purest saccharin
Skip a generation, watch the curse to catch again
I pause at first, hope to find a glimmer present
But hindsight’s a waiter serving up a bitter lesson
Nervous cough, indigestion a meal of rarest pride
Serotonin levels getting blue check verified
And there is why the cycle never ceases to rotate
As the crows fly, roman candles light a road straight
At most a boast makes a dent inside the terrordome
Prepare the bones, a reliquary laced with pheromones
Sharing stones to cast in glass casinos, the house wins
Maria Bello dice tats, William H crowds wince
With wrath the credo, we go running for the deepest end
Diving headfirst in empty pools, seen a demon lens
Starry eyes giving everything I ever had to give
Writhing in the mess of what I was amongst the sacrilege
Fasten it, lock it down, making sure the fate is sealed
6 seconds on the clock, I watch it from the cage of steel
Building glory from the souls that we had sucked dry
Still the story tells of heroes and the tough guys
Juxtaposed with the bodies hidden underneath
A crucifix raising high above the summoned grief
This day, just give us everything and nothing less
Frying pans connecting to skulls for such a runny mess
And we we said, history will never teach
An ugly wretch staying free of all the stress relief
Rest in pieces mixed together, system set to grind away
Sadistic sweat dropping on the killing fields, a final stage
Shouting until they’re blue in the face with homicidal rage
So don’t tell me ‘bout a bible page, I’m nine away
Providing faith for one another, with belief in self
I love the people, hate the system and this region hell
Rewards are given freely to the ones who acquiesce
Climbing just a little higher in that sack of flesh
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Rwandan Menorahs
03:11
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Monstrous, friends hop from wedlock to divorces
Olive oil drizzled on the broccoli florets
Props are enormous, absorb it all, Datsun to Porsches
Perform withdrawal born to brawl with thoughtless informants
Gum flapping champions sample the gossip endurance
Win lose or draw, behoove the gall, that taught them to forfeit
Constant wins, my Obnoxious assortment
Confidence is what I walk in the door with
I give them life while others offer them boredom
Top of the morning, the sun provides a possible portrait
I’d rather magnetize with magma than taunt them with corpses
But if you’re needing such, I’ve got a toxic assortment
No sweat whatsoever when I stomp to the chorus
Unseen like catching Larry Johnson flossing in Jordans
Posing as a notebook, in my pocket’s the warning
Hula dancer on the dash sways provocative torpor
Magic breath found inside of my abdominal fortress
Never believe that it is ugly when you thought it was gorgeous
Connect the tenon when I conjure the mortis
My craftsmanship responsive mob with dolphin and porpoise
Dogged determination weighing the fight in the day
The Champ Belt is chastity so, what’s a simon to say?
It’s mathematics, matching (magic) Pharohe and a calculator
Texas instruments to injure hit them with the foulest data
I don’t grind I find the rhythm then deposit it forwards
Turn the negative to positives concoct an assortment
My gear is flavorful Mirages of orchids
Times sands are numbered, no more being docile and dormant
Callous valley of death, I plot mahogany orchards
Superfly, hopping in the chopper with swordfish
Psalms leaving pawns despondent, haunted Compton to Georgia
Pharohe Monche meets Charles Bronson ganja the flora
ten commandments set the anthem breaking laws of decorum
body cam footage missing watch the officers scorch them
blue lives don't exist so miss the constant distortion
Flickers in the chaos, Rwandan Menorahs
Iron of gates (watching) willpower biodegrade/s
I am awake inside this kill tower, climb in the grave
I’m in the gravel pit, losing my life and limb again
Blue light refracted from that glass with the cinnamon
Dents upon the perforated top distort my image
Cinnamon toast dessert, so delicious portrait pictured
Resourcefulness a source of wisdom
Shadows climbing crooked walls when I was forced to listen, feeling more submissive
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Lamborghini Mouth
03:04
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Put a blow torch to your cohort, the flow scorches
Go forward, arranging them all post mortem
With no warning, i’m set to go off, the next to blow
Testify the rep is dope with the prose majestic flow
Domestic growth pessimistic visioned episode
The wretched roam lost with hopes to nestle close
Stressing no mas even rolling stones bleed
I walk around the human warning sign they don’t heed
Borderline with no fences relentless trenchant code grief
Waiting for the suckers who dream of biting to grow teeth
Crows feet creep around the broken windows, hope akimbo
Posing in a frozen glimpse though
Time flies so I clip its wings
Use a song for the clippers sticky ticking clings
Clock guts spilling out the cuckoo feathered breast
Sometimes I kind of wonder if my pen will ever rest
Inside the buzzards innards are spinning the plight of mothers
And crying brothers even prideful lions in time will suffer,
I try to buffer the agony, but it’s climbing greedy
My head will try to soothe, but my heart provides the beating
And that’s the crux of it, toughening limbs for puppetmasters
Sustenance is stringing us along when all the tough are shattered
I speak in metaphors extended to the point of breakage
Occams razor gold fronts for piranhas, raving
The long awaited yet never in time persona stated
Lay me down inside a crown of thorns upon a snakepit
Recorded songs years ago that haven’t even dropped
I keep it moving forward, never shall I feed defeatist thoughts
Forget a blunt, I spark the pen
And then embark again upon a trip until my hardened heart is zen, so guard it friend
Too late to make amends, so brace yourself, I’m closing in
I bring the box that they can pose you in with frozen skin
The notable motor inside his mouth is lamborghni
So bring the right amount to title bouts, you’re cramped and leaking
The branch davidian in your corner awaits your fall
David Koresh verses the ATF, debate the call
Paint the mall overgrown stamp it post apocalyptic
not a thought is given, trauma stoked picasso visions
Pushing envelopes can only yield the paper cuts
Mere mortals grinding in machines can simply pray for rust
Trading places with the vacuous to feel the breeze
Static it reveals dramatic nothingness to steal or see
A healing knee from the taken, under summoned nerves to try
I reach my arms and burst the sky when I diversify
Letting the verses fly, repetitive urges cry
Slurping turpentine from tupperware, it serves them right
Deservedly letting the whirling dervish blur the dream
Is this life or just a murder scene, my words careen
Purse my lips around the featherweights of Birds that preen,
Set the stage and call the understudies, slurping lean
Deft brigades withdraw with lungs so bloody, leaving crimson mist
Those with spines hardened with martyrdom simply Wince and drift
Glimpse the cliff, hear the whispers calling so seductive
Raising a fully empty glass, another toast to nothing
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Terrance Trent d'Arby
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Heavy hearted, cables lacing through my ventricles
Block and tackle on my collarbone so I can heft the truth
The grind of gears leaving residue, surviving years
feels like I never move, cemented shoes and idle ears
I make a list of enemies with all my attributes
So I attack with vigor, venom then added in a blackened mood
A batch of blues and purples bruising all the foes I made
Trust Fall upon a broken blade in open graves
Trying not to poison seeds that I can hope to raise
Be examples for the folks who wait with their tropes awake
Crows feet trample smile lines, a poker face
Doing lines of what I once was, an oaken vase
Hard to earn, razor on the granite, crematoriums
Before and after with a dash for the memorials
Strive for summits, in some thought that maybe glory kills
Entrails provide the cursive of my gory bilge
Terrance Trent D’arby with the wishing well
Zinfandel sipping pimps solicit hell
Some listen well to the words and drift
No superlatives to worsen fates, may the burden sit
Dear diary, I’m eying ledges thinking why it’s me?
Tiger in the cyclodrome climbs the stones anxiety
The walls are closing and I painted them well
In the middle of a storm, the foreman paces in his cell
Replacing all the yells with silent screams, shine the sheen
A bed in which I twist and turn that I decline to clean
Tidy scenes presented for the ones who may have noticed
Keep the cracks together with some glue, the patient closest
My traits explosive, drained from trying to stay serene
Faceless motive, paint my mural with a laser beam
Removing everything, the cleanest walls of nothingness
Time to toughen skin, thicken up enough of this
A sucker with his succubus, parasitic cuddle bunny
Bloody fangs for the rust to win, to bust a chin
What must have been is my drug of choice, addicted now
A narcotic house of cards, don’t try to kick him down
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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