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Cunning Linguist Sep 2022
I’m surfing on this cosmic wave ~
Yeah boiii just a ****** slave to the game
Can’t get -more- saves less you play
But still I stay fresh
When I’m slaying all the freshmen
And eating their flesh
It’s the best source of refreshment

I’m replenished
With this system
hell to the yes I’m so digestive
**** I’m spitting, need a breath mint
Got that fire I will ingest it
til I regurgitate the excrement
my mic presence is heaven sent
(Don’t question/ no quenching) it
GG Allin ain’t got nothing
on Reidums Donovan

Don’t like my frequencies
Well switch the channel then
I’m murdering these beats
Stacking bodies in the FEMA bins

Stay tuned, watch the news
The crisis has become apocalypse
The consciousness is not nonsense
Wait shush, we cannot talk bout this

My third eye prism beams
simply shining in iridescence
In present tense that means
We just gon cater to this nemesis
While in essence the power
steady reigns all pre(isdents/cedence)
To the loss of innocence in a sense
Extradimensional omniscience

Got us steeped in a schism
which we cannot process yet;
This mental prison got you locked up in
Religion, sports, and politics
A House divided cannot stand
You people cannot understand
It’s all a sham Endgame
it’s equal to the fall of man

It’s not happenstance it’s bad romance
the parasitic old humans
Take every advantage
heavy chance
they can devils advocate  ~ first glance
Waging global management
amongst its residents
With malevolence

And violence unto others
On behest of these
caricatures of governments

You simply must not succumb
to this Big Brother ****
Bound by strings they all just puppets
on that false worship business
Til you’ve ascended to the mothership
You’ll Spin this gold like Rumplestiltskin *****

For this debt we owe but will instead
offer up our children
Cause they soul been sold off to the Vatican
The rapture will not matter then
Bcuz it’s all projected hologram
To unite a global front
Ignited by these hostile reptilians

Illuminati making trillions
****** hosts for these archons
Primo minions;
Unlimited energies not believed in
-To the zenith
by our calcifiying pineal glands
Can’t perceive it

History outlines these diabolical plans
By Albert Pike from the mid 1800’s
Highest level Freemason
But you won’t see this in the curriculum
Trilateral commissions
funded by that Epstein grift, sacrificing kids
And suiciding those who think or speak dissent
To the *** trafficking ring
run by Billiam and Hilly Clinton

Bush for really did 9/11
& In 2012 the world ended
Mandela effect got me feeling impressed with
The lack of woke minds
aligned with the paradigm shift
The macrocosmic mother knows
consumerism is *******
but satanic panic gives us all a chip
For they cannot purchase;
without the mark of the beast
In either the Hand
or their forehead
Heads bonkers
Mind is swamp
Matrix gardener
Not stoppin
Knobs sloberred
Snake-charming
Chop-blockin
Beer-swillin
Tax-paying
Pencil sharpenin
Summer loving
Puffin sumthin
Cop-prompting
****-farming
God-fearing
****-knockers
Cunning Linguist Aug 2022
When your beautiful soul glows,
My heart feels whole;
So my love for you blossoms and unfolds,
It’s impossible to control

You speak the thoughts in my head
Like we met and intertwined before
In every past life and henceforth,
you’re just so wonderful and I want more

My skull is the garden;
From which your seedlings sprout
I feel you in every ray of sunshine,
Emitting throughout

Every cloud in the sky that pours,
Every droplet of rain in the storm,
That nurtures my soil and brings to form;
My flourishing broccoli fields galore
Cunning Linguist Jul 2022
As I write my story
In which I am the villain,
Tragic syntax 1st Edition
and this isn’t an allegory

The ****** comes shortly
Yet resolution ignores me
My diction’s airy
And I narrate poorly

I sail along the radial waves
Of a horizon so stormy
But my corpse is the vessel
For all passages forthcoming

I’ll transmit the message
Just don’t cut yourself on the marbled edges
From where the essence of my soul stream
Multidimensionally pours forth please

In the wreckage amidst the scattered debris
My heart is pulled out to sea, in an interstitial spring
Port and starboard, that’s where I’ll be,
(Lost adrift/idle) in your wake I’m surfacing

My skin is the vellum I sketch in all glory
Thereof such love envelops, memento mori,

Time turns the pages as I writhe before ye
I’ll rip every stitch in the seams
of my spine until my binding’s unfolding
And my writings spill onto the floor at your feet
Painting the thoughts in my brain onto the ceiling, walls, & upholstery
Cunning Linguist Jul 2022
Illuminating the darkest chasms
Within the labyrinth
Of my mental construct

In the most lustrous colors
- You paint my soul;
with brush strokes unspoken of
heretofore & forevermore

I smoldered along the inferno
But you make me glow
Incisive as red hot knives
Cauterizing me to the hollow core

My twin flame personified
Guided by the Eye of Apollo
The fire crescendos bright but
Can we still burn tomorrow?

The comfort of being vulnerable
Something I’ve never known
Permeating the fabric of reality
From which we’re both shorn

In this abstraction I am magnetized;
Canvassed by your sanguine fashion
You’re a force of nature so I energize
Being your equal and opposite reaction

Mesmerized; when we synchronize
In utmost harmonious passions,
It intensifies the butterflies
Multiplying in my abdomen

Did I mention, my thirst for you is
Unquenchably vivacious? It’s like I’m Tantalus,
Stuck on the cusp & you’re the pool
I’ll always long to drink from

I crave your vibrations;
Sensations on strings which I hang on
-Your every word reinforces
The advances I can’t play off of

It’s not happenstance; Fates wove our path
Admirance enchanting our perspective
You’re in my reflection and suddenly
I’m projected to a different dimension

The sky splits then I’m wondering
If this is truly ascension
Flying on the wings of Icarus;
Longing to plunge your furthermost depths
Cunning Linguist Jul 2022
You used to peer through me
But you don’t see my soul anymore

Destroy me to the core
Go ahead and adorn
The radiant light, you once adored me for
Score a discordant note on my heartstrings
Projected at the frequency
Which only my scars sing, darling;
The firmament is not much further reach
Here from fingertips length,
But I’m on the brink,
On God I’m falling to the depths my Snowflake
Please save me

Strike the chord
Now play me of your own accord
& I’ll fully internalize how always eternally
I’m truly yours
The call of the void forever beckoning me forth;
Gripped with accursed desire to let my soul drift
Upon these celestial shores once more
Unsure where I will wander and mourn,
Lovelorn, alone at the source, formless

I continuously spill from an empty cup
Feeling like my best will never be enough
I hide behind such a hollow front
Dreaming of the day that I don’t wake up

An assessment of my obsession presents
Once-harmonic progressions
Of which, have effortlessly effervesced
into unrelenting cosmic depression
But the pain doesn’t lessen
No matter the convalescence
From under the moon’s crescent,
I’ve been sentenced -
Ever since my adolescence

Something is wrong, though I trudge along
Albeit withdrawn, in a liminal state
Somewhere I don’t belong
Wallowing in disembodied sorrow, woebegone
While floating away into the great beyond
I forever long to haunt you
Cunning Linguist Jan 2022
Doors of perception opened
Can’t knock uhm?
The back's always unlocked
But I got the rhymes in stock
that’re sure 2 shock em
Bi-laterally with my cosmic punch boppage
Creamy dreamy slop make yo ****
the hottest softest hostage spot on the planet of hard knocks, my swamp, real talk
No stopping til the *** sock can break rocks,
and that's on God

Dude Rocket got that sprocket,
You’ll find I’m the **** of the walk son.
Dimensionally shattering when I hop up out
from Schrodinger's box yuh
Somewhere from a quantum realm
No cap that's me fappin sumn hxc strong
getting dumb in the squadron
Yeah I’m the top gun and I fear none

Forks be in the socket
In my brain's fleshy pockets
When I pop lock and drop it
Now my body’s feeling numb

With your ***** in the sheets
Is where we hit the mosh pit
Like a pig in the trough
she be straight steady sloppin
My man meat beaten harder
than a sore Peter had ever gotten

That’s when the heater come up out of my drawers
and gasket blows top end, I'm godsent
Downward on the fall but
Won’t meet my defeat until the caskets tossed
Hit the bubble til the glass get soft
And I’m blasting off
That’s when the the mask really come on

Got a dump truck full of **** butts
When I bust nuts bodies go slump
I’m a sick **** youse a broke bus (busdown)
Need a buck ***** **** my **** (yuck)

Ingest the drugs now mind destructs
My soul floats up miraculous
Immaculate made of space dust
Now back to earth time to destruct

Feeling lucky
wit my Chub D flubby
Oiled up in your hunnies tummy
Sipping bubbly n gettin funky
It’s so lovely think I'm coming
-Then it struck me so abruptly

Cuck your grieving hubby
guy I’m not your ****** buddy
When she look at me so seductively
Yes Lady Luck please bless my **** spree

Laid to rest this sus ***** I’m finessing
Y’all killers can’t even hold a candle
while I hit the lick and yo ***** be undressin
U got the flick of da wrist?
But Look at da flex of my wits
Put then pen to the paper
It's an open letter to all my haters
Kickin rhymes I flip the script
Spit these words so elusive
Yo I’m steady speaking in cursive
With the curses
Know you heard it
My flow is dopest
Tongue of the serpent
Affirmative with all them murderous verses n ****  

It’s funny since my prose no longer knows any limits
And I slay every ***** indiscriminately
Vibe-checking into you ******* remnants
Zooted like I'm boofin stimulants
Feeling like my will is limitless
The masses I’m after
I got that masterish penmanship

And my pen will ship, once I get that dip and drip

All right finna crank my ****** hog all night long
mean wheeling and dealing til my brakes fall off
polishing strong til y’all squealing oh my god
Break that back out like a botched Swanton Bomb off the Jumbotron
Down low tell the purveyor I need some that pure uncut premium jenkem for this buttchug prayer before I spray her like it ain’t no thang and that’s on the mf gang if u kno what I’m saying
Cunning Linguist Jan 2022
Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

I can't escape the pressure
Embrace the fall
False architecture
Breaks down my inner walls

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

How would I look in a coffin
With my loved ones weeping and sobbing?
How would I look in coffin
Embalmed and dolled up
A construct
Say you'll remember me

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes
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