in times of destruction, you need fierce force
in times of hunger, you need absurd appetite
glowin ******* have been encircling you
try to scream, but your vocal chords rupture

multi-armed street military, covid-19 deniers
9-to-9, 24/7, armies made of plastic angels
everything improvised and effective like:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxBGzUhT-TM

TIZZOP doesn't always write, swallow dat link
as hate and anger overwhelm, GOD forces me to act
at age 13, they called me "***** Splash", so
i had to install 888 children who now my soldiers

in times of destruction, only family remains
in times of appetite, simply loyalty protects ya

don't think you could
beat the street without
me

it's madov's bossy laughter
and his vossy
attitude

i don't know if
you know what i mean:
solitude

but that's fine my brother
but that's fine my sister

without writing
everything is fist fighting
without fist fighting
everything is writing

i need me a

new language
new lady
thousand babies

and i'll found a tribe
you never heard of it'll
be called

tizzop

Alliteration
of your name
is like
a poem.
It coos and cranes,
it makes me
feel sated
with cheeky bells on.
It makes my soul
feel quenched
when I sing it out
when you don’t show up.
I want to slide down
the lines
of your name
like it’s
a poem.
Give me a Zaza,
not a Zizi;
almost a Zissou,
never a Vossy.
For somebody, those are
the lines of truth,
but yours is a love oath
and the breeze
to me.
And I feel so jazzy!
It takes all of me
to give it away
back to you
for free.