Connect the mic to rectify electrolyte levels flooded
Delivering more than a smidgeon of gore, unsettled stomachs
So bet the under, wondering if the punishment fits right
If I had a good day, I must have missed mine
This line bleeds in the next, vets hit the decks fast
Countenance is granite, scouring the next staff
Lead us against those, the dense who trespass
Regiments are left lax, cowardice with less laughs
Leaping epitaphs when temperatures spike
Imaginary battlefields, bend them with hype
Look inside of these veins, witness the venom inside
Discipline, dead in the eyes, friction mesmerizing, let’s remind them
Unfettered writing, writhing in a pit of snakes colliding
Destabilizing paper’s molecules with fatal rhyming
We take our time to make the impossible an afterthought
Laughing at the marching on to Babylon facile flock

Screaming at the top of a collapsed lung, the track stung
Type to climb up the ladder, quitting on the last rung
Blast furnace shaking, wading through the black skirmish, blazing
Leave it open, leaking, crimson war interpretation
So terse a statement, preserving work with a curt amazement
Eternal agent of change, aiming to burst the nascent
Impersonating a person, making a difference if it pays
Trying on a skin suit with all its wicked ways

Entire lives distilled to the form of a tear
Forming a formative morgue forged with an in inordinate fear
Performing a force ornament for the corpse of the year
Trying to hold back the sense, the more it appears
Engorged on the gorgeous and weird, sorcerers jeer
An assortment of torque tore through remorse and I’m here
And I’m not leaving anytime soon
Even for cowboys waiting twenty high noons
Many might bruise, send me nice notes of quotes, improve
You’re best not soak the shoes
they’re done traveling, stick a fork in the road
A malapropism caltrop made in Morse code
North pole living, snowmobiles with machine guns
So hold the mobile shield whenever the spleens run
Reap suns from the cannibalized skies
Memoirs of rap, just examining nine lives

Tonight the mic’s sequestered deep inside of a dire effort
Pariah tempers stepping away from the scene deny forever
The knife is wetter, wedded with matrimonial bliss
To a figure that’s framed in red, regret that loneliness lives
And so he assists, in a manner the mic Kevorkian,
Planning a night, the sharp blades on the jet black Sikorsky spin
Memorial binges furthermore he avenges senseless ruination
Walking the back alleys to illuminate them
Moves are made in quiet, the mind of a miserly master plots
Fascinating the afterlifers half deciphered slash the boss
Tap the tops, then twist them counterclockwise and stop
Cause you don’t understand, you’re going to drop

Blitzes spit with ricochets, days melt to haziness
Slaying his 80th, maybe even just evading it
Babies breathing inhalants in deformed amniotic sacs sleep
Candy clotted crack, man he’s got his stats, weep
His laugh, weak, taken from a target marked in star maps
Sharks swimming their laps in melted tarmac