See three dimensions, the vision is blending, not to mention
Never prepared for funerals he pretends he’s attending

Scatter thought; chatterbox, planning mad hatter plots
Like neighborhood ballers posting up on the block,
Flood the hot-spot and set up a rock shop,
Got gems and minerals with more in stock
The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, can’t be stopped
Because three more always grow where the last head chopped

In his lair, tearing through the rarest of known tomes
Bloodied, preparing, bearing home-grown pheromones
While atoned-postponed rambo reloads ranged ammo
This ****** Stallone, left alone, changes the channel
He’s amorphous on his own
His thesaurus is his zone
Choruses to juxtapose
It’s just gorgeous when he glows
Like a broke back mat smacking crack to the dome
The knick-knack paddy-wack gives this dog a bone

One of zero ***** given.
Proposition; my vision
Requisition:
Mass transmission
Free the minds imprisoned.
Send them off christened,
Eyes bright, glistened
Blood thickened, muscles;
tightly stiffened
Sick with bliss, concisely conditioned
Well provisioned, and on a mission
Kids’ just wishin’
Fishin’ for dishin’s
Switchin’ positions like politicians

With destination anticipation
An explanations is all they’re craving
Get what’s deserved for misbehaving
Even adulated need saving
Jolly Rodger’s what’s left waving
Until the tomb needs engraving
El Dorado:
Yellow brick road, gold pavement

Just let your will blend from birth to urn
Cause I have to spend some worth to earn
Just like the
Sun comes round the bend come burst and burn
Me and the Earth, we’re both cursed to turn

Mind in a mutter, from the throat-cutter utter
Off cluttered, from sputtering up soft butter

Projectile vomitin’
Simple sad homonyms
Bent ones that haunted him
**** ones that taunted him

Crash, fell bumping a paladin’s ballad
Yelling from the cell, a hell that’s padded
Plain scabbard belt fastened
Brain splattered, well contrasted
Gotta face it, it’s just a facet
Haphazard basic *******

Dazed, he laid lazy in a field of daisies, crazy
still failing life in spite of praises, does not phase me

Never fully try, never fully fail, never succeed
He smokes **** ‘til his failure’s guaranteed

Somebody makes the calls; Atlas shrugged ‘neath it all
Pedestal built too tall; perhaps the world will fall

Out in the desert Kashmir looms like a mirage
Or am I breathing exhaust fumes in the garage

What good is my happiness, my reason, justice, or pity?
I don’t know why you’d ask me this, but I guess it’s all ******

Fight my battles rolling downhill,
Sit back while my verbs and nouns spill
Words not meant to astound, but still
Chill

I’m palm stroking broke minds
With ****** soaked rhymes

I can occur just like a canna crop trafficker
I infer with calipers; as amateurs get massacred
Like melon to Gallagher
A gallon of palaver
What else can you do but take the beat and ravage her

Precision thumbs commissioned this slurred-dumb, late ***
With blood, sweat and tears smeared on the surgeon's apron

Brazen, boring, shameless; facetious
What a ****** thesis to teach us, I mean, Jesus

Witness the riots;
Sit back in silence,
Eyeless; In a crisis
Righteous, feeling timeless

I’m a weak witted weapon without suppressants
At my peak, spit blessings that best luminescence
Testing, expressing questions;
a primordial presence
Learning lessons of the essence,
Leaning in ******* obsessions
Now back to the digressions,

Enchant the mic and pass her
a wish to go follow gets a focal fracture
By the aficionado postal slasher
My vocals compact like a dope oil extractor
Spoke, spat, and risen from the earth like the rapture
Lyrics locked in; like ‘final answer’
Do a vinyl transfer
Sample and enhance her

Burn sweetest flowers hourly
The meanest greenest sour D
Take a bouquet the day he take a dowry

Fine divine entwined nugs
Unwind with the kind bud
And when it comes to this composition;
Just try it; succumb
Peel open a dub, recline, combine lovely drugs and paper.
loses loose shrubs, keeps his grip: shrugs and taper
Lick with the spit on the tip of the tongue, and savor
Chip off the old lungs, word to pops, mums and neighbors
Long lasting, juicy like a fruity gum flavor
Meet your maker, brute ****! Astute *** behavior

Faulty wiring in our brains
Exalt me as I complain
Are we just Abel's and Kane's, soon to be slain?
Perhaps maybe just a tune to be played?
Who keeps the balance of pleasures between pains
Who breaks silence for treasures? Who’s blood stains?
Dang

As I think it through, inhale and breathe fumes
I fail to read moods, but still I’ll seek tunes
As the green room’s groove looms
And the smoke plumes perfume
He unleashes leeches,
the deed is; eat his wounds

Assemble the gang speaking retro slang
Name itself rang future fame and acclaim,
Heard a siren sang, and came to do their thang.
Surpassed and contained,
Unmasked with disdain.
Complaining the gangs to blame,
restraining, not having shame.
Solve a case with a great appetite,
And dang, an even greater Great Dane

Ancient tombs; the disturbed, unearthed, unbound.
Patience. Soon, absurd will be served by a hound

Unlacing the case til it’s off base; the crisis unspools
They’ll finally find the place where the ghouls stashed the priceless jewels

Unresting meddling kids testing theories like litmus,
Caught a ghost reveling amid queries for the witness
Get this;

A jealous menace,
Who thought he could fight the team
With a few fake screams
Some fog and a light screen
Once again, dream team hops in the mystery machine
Off to get soda pops and raspberry ice cream

Criminal erasers; cowl wearing clue chasers.
Costumed,
Crusading,
Constantly crime-fighting two-facers.

Egads
No real mistakes by the guru doing Kung-Fu:
Calm as Sulu
Simply sampling fingerprints of clues just to enthuse
Any evil on the loose: No excuse

Impartial to dangerous sharks, he’s got repellent spray
Master of all martial arts, in each apparent way
Perfecting corrections to ******* a simple blade
Inspecting collections of riddles, stenciled and sprayed

He lurks in the dark,
Look for the signal in the sky
The rodent that flies,
And gives bad vibes to bad guys

He acts prudishly;
Lives reclusively.
Actuality:
Delivers swift justice with impunity.

Fighting like every breath: the last
His knowledge is vast,
His fortune’s never few from the cash he’s amassed
And his strength is never surpassed

Steadfast; he’s on the enigmatic hunt.
Overly-dramatic with an acrobatic stunt

Who can prevent *****-ish liars,
blowing smoke while I emote the coarse fire?
Unless it backfire,
if so, hear the squeal of the back tire
and follow the tracks to the pliers stripping wire,
ripping off the buyer,
slashing your power lines,
with the sour kind used to flower minds

What had I written? I’m forgettin'
What the Dickens?
Now I’m stricken
Stomach twisted and I’m sickened
Feeling flippant

Straight out the *** mind; the plot line thickens
Sentenced to burn like trials of the Wiccan
Get your heels clickin' 'fore the quicksand thickens
Goals need gettin', you da bomb, get tickin'

What tell the world when no-one’s listening?
Only one’s that pay attention are my mom and friends

Artist puts their soul in their work that people can connect with
And I have nothing to give, I’m ****.
Wah, what a little *****.
Guess the only thing I have to give is self-hatred

Even then, people I admire are clever, I’m dumb
I’d rather be deserted on an island, where’s the ***?

Rarely can I even understand
Verily, a polluted stream is man
Same with man as with the tree
The more the branches struggle to be free
The more the roots dig down deep

Seemingly happy and content, predictably raspy and spent
Run circles around raps, legs snapped behind my back in splints
Incoming; false facts flood in from the pen
Jack over gin and I’m at it again
Twin of troublesome Huck Finn, let the wax spin
Double shot of ***, some luck, and I’ll begin
Complicate the weak, like grease on the lens
It’s clear like mud, crud crease in the depends

When no goal is gettable
You feel down and pitiful
Stained with ridicule
And ashamed to feel a pulse

When you have no intentions
But every time it’s mentioned
It seems like such a cinch and
******* gets clenching
when you have to face the next dawn
when you’re **** spawn,
rather sit in slumber,
to make my mind number

And still it burns..

Waste night; writing lightning tight rhymes, lit
Taste bites and as teeth grind; guilt turns to grit

I got a chrome coat, so I don’t rust
****, why do you look nonplussed? He cussed
How can you so immensely scorn, not trust?
Believe me.
I’m contently keeping the company warm and buzzed
Until they’re completely stuffed
Just don’t make a fuss,
with intent to harm or bust
Cause it’s no rush
Save for my tense disgusting thrusts
As he discussed the topics, he thought she blushed
Churning and turning from dawn to dusk
The stink of my lust is a crusty musk

The charcoal dust settles
Building bombs from rusty metals
Crafting threats to mayors: I'll blow up hospitals
It’s simple how I’m giving them lost face
Burn it with a wick of aluminium phosphate

Questing, running, heart thumping,
Blood pumping battery acid
Crash and write a ballad from the cell that’s padded
Haphazard basic-******* administrating alliteration half-illiterate yet avid
Got questions? Some form of flattery? Ask it.
First, tap the ash before you pass it
And I’ll finish the roach in glass like a hash hit
Can’t say how many plants I blasted
My flavor palette adds a dull diet, maybe I should get a salad added
Don’t be dragging, keep your belt fastened
Colors in your brothers photos well contrasted
It’s all just prototype, a simple facet

In a rut with beautiful and plans to lure
Sinner cut like cuticles in manicure
Holden hotties, fly and my type of caliber
Body snatcher in the rye,
J.D Salinger
It can occur like a canna crop trafficker
And it takes great figures to even interfer
Not to mention a titanic nerve, It’s like
horse riding sliding down the banister get hit right
Blam! End up crushing nuts like a can of beer
He crumpled up, flumped over an ran in fear

I ravage and tear new ones like a misbehaved savage
All plotted out and planned to spare none like Dave Miscavige
Barely above average, yet still saves the day, lavish
But match it up, corrupt dispatch, why'd the wife vanish?
If she didn’t get the dagger, then why’d he cloak her?
He's an average Ahab, the salty Sea-Org ogre