America-- you’re about as inspiring as vanilla ice cream puddled in the summer sun
a damp dishrag, america, you can’t clean up the mess you are.
Your subjects, or should I say, Objects--
your agency bereft gdp drones--
they hanker, they brood
like a syst; they’re ****** vacuoles: private, malignant, caverns of capital
your pride? starving children, dying cities?
it’s a grand ole’ flag, you pathetic ****.
How about considering this:
The people, inside your prisons?
They’re free.
The people outside?
minions, hackneyed excuse for existence, and pestilence.
the ones who know oppression are free, and the ones oppressing do not know.
that’s why I love you, America.
You are what humanity needs; a slow, painful drain on our existence.
Consciousness slowly being ignited and swallowed, only to be ******* out and flushed away.
You, america, are a popcorn bag popping in the microwave, left on for too long.
You can’t expand any further, and you taste like cancer.
America, you are beautiful, and the death you bring tastes like lime flavored popsicles
that we lick to take away the taste of reality.
Your society is a cattle car, for the mind, and your messages burn the body
when it gets there.

One of my good friends had an operation to remove a syst on her ovaries !!
I just text her bro and asked how she was doing since that's one of my biggest worries !!

He said she's fine in recovery....
What a relief !!!
Hpoe there wasn't any cancer to be found *** they said it wouldn't be known until the syst is out !!!

I'm just glad that she is okay !!!!
Just glad it's over and now she can start to heal right away!!!

She says, 'stay calm' as
she wraps a strap around
my upper arm, the strap attached to
a sphygmomanometer which measures
blood and puts me under pressure.

I'd like to meet a meter that never tried to
cheat her of a minute from a busy day,
a sphygmomanometer is just another way
of tripping up my tongue and syst or diastolics
are another load of bollix
that the meter tries to charge me for.

Results drip out like lemon curds,
tired, tired
lazy words,
numbers slumber on the dial and
in a while
I sleep too.

this one's just an assemblage of diverse
thoughts turned I̲nto a rhymed verse
no stories (alack), like a triple-decker
turned into a roofless single-decker
["no storeys"]
best intro ever
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in mY̲ op, lyric writing is
["in my opinion"]
a type of exercising, which
along with different lyrical tricks
rap is familiar for, e[ɪ]x—
["miliar" in "familiar" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "mil ya"]
—plains why some lyrically addicted perceive
lyric writing as sport
like a gym, cO̲[ɑ]ntent has weight
but it's, bY̲ & large, curb
appeal I get fixed on, jU̲st like Max Payne (a pill)
[Max Payne is a painkiller addict]
a kind of perfectionistical stiff
who's, lyrics-wise, a fiend for technique (technique)
so, while writing lyrics, the lead
thing is rhymes, so rhyme schE̲mes must be lit (must be lit)
just like an individual with
dope delivered I̲nto the syst.
["addicted"; "a pill [appeal]"; "a fiend"; "lit"; "dope"]
[all 5 words constitute a narcotic context]
[I have no intention to glorify dope or its consumption]
in a way, rhyme's a mag—ic of syllables, which
is something that should be given good heed
like a psychopath who can easily flip
speaking of which
you want to bet whether I wI̲nd up cast
inside a go[ɑ]ddamn mad—house? inasmuch as at
["Gotham"]
times it seems I'm becoming bats (slowly)
like the Gotham order up—holder
but some lines are, by all odds, compO̲sed by, um, joker
[the Batman, who's called "Bats" by his archfoe Joker]
like somebO̲dy feeling the need
of having fun, it's a Harley Quinn you should seek
["harlequin"]
or, at least, a ******* shrink, but you keep
[Harleen Quinzel was, before falling in love with her patient Joker]
[a psychologist, which is a type of mental health specialist]
[also called by the umbrella term "shrink"]
being that dog in the mid of a lit
room like "this is fine" (not really)
this wicked mind's deprived of peace like a leak-
-taker recently finished the leak (stupid)
["****"]
how violent & vindictive it ge[ɪ]ts
sometimes, esp. when my sh#t's getting writ
guess I'm seen, like a piece of a flick
["scene"]
as a somewhat despicable *****
with all the indecency & hostility writ (like Shady)
but if there's sO̲meone willing to b#tch
about that, such type of people should twig
something: an obnoxious lyricist, which
is what I chiefly am, is by far smaller evil in this
******* world next to ones who really commit
those or other villainous deeds (smaller evil)
[everything is relative]
moral nazis, like a stripper, should ge[ɪ]t
started from the top, i.e. corrupted pieces of sh#t
upholding **** systems that ge[ɪ]t
dissidents imprisoned, or victimized in prisons, or stiffed (**** systems)
["stiffed" in the sense of "killed"]
what I do may be seen as lyrical e[ɪ]x—
["sin"]
—tremism 'cause when I fi̲ll up a sheet
for bars, I, like a jihadi mad dog, gE̲[ɪ]t off the leash
["smaller evil"; "villainous deeds"; "stripper"; "corrupted"]
["**** systems"; "victimized in prisons"; "stiffed"; "jihadi mad dog"]
[all those constitute a sin-related context]
but I'm a bored hundido that's leashed (hundido that's leashed)
bark like crazy with lines of texts I indite
that's what the reallity makes me feel like
autocracies' po[ɑ]litics make ill will rise (rise)
yeah, diving into music or some on-screen type
of entertainment can help an ill mind
to feel fine (somewhat), but that's just a ****-time (**** time)
almost nothing vis-a-vis a thrill ride
guess we all need some real high
as if we've climbed atop a prodigious cliff, right? (real high)
yeah, with this pretty skilled mind (lyrics-wise)
["pretty" in the sense of "somewhat", not "very"]
I'm like a demi-go[ɑ]d when I rhyme
A̲[ɑ]lthough sometimes
I feel so worthless & **[ɑ]llow, just like
words of someO̲ne full of lies, so wonder not why
I want to have some power sometimes
not the one of a ty—**** or a high-qualified
gunfighter backed by an army of private sublime
gunfighters; but if I̲ had such might
[on the second thought, who the hell would mind having it?]
[and that's the main humankind problem]
[given that humans seem to be highly evolved animals]
to utili̲ze, I'd not try to become the tyrant-like type
[the "lize, I'd" part is supposed to be read/pronounced as "luyzad"]
of ruler (no); it's said justice is blind
but I'm vigilante-like in my mind (vigilante-like)
so the justice of mine is more like an eye for an eye
evil must be punished, I side
with Rorschach, A̲[ɑ]lthough, as I
mentioned in one of my lines, in mY̲ judgement, vice
to apply is alright when you fight
["going against baddies with vice"]
against greater evil; I give nO̲[ɑ]t a ****, like
a dental clinic with a budget unhigh
["dam"]
if somebO̲[ɑ]dy upright's not fine with what I'm
about to say, but, po[ɑ]litics-wise, my mind's satisfied
when a power-corrupted sheisser'***** by
a ****** dO̲wnfall & I
know 'bout it, whether it's a confinement behind
bars or a violent demise (or something else unfortunate)
depending on crimes realized (crimes)
by them; all the ******-handed tyrants are quite
deserving of sU̲ch things, besides
their cold-hearted sidekicks in crime (cold-hearted)
I don't encourage violence, but my
vote goes for a tsar genocide (tsar genocide)
yeah, you barely get penalized in real life
(which is such a shame)
but, like a machine for grinding wood, I've
got you pulverized in my lines
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oh, &, in view of the higher writ lines
there's the final thing I'd
like to mention: ***** auto[ɑ]cracy, like
it's a female tyrant to swive (ha-ha)
[no offense toward women intended, I'm just an entertainer with a wicked mind]

you'd be PUT INto confinement
in a lunatic asylum
for posting a pic. some view as being spiteful
[for some info, check the notes]
doing what Navalny
does, you'd pick up a fine in
the sum of a few tens of mills of rubles &, aside from
that, your bank account would wind up frozen
[not to mention later things happened to him]
that's that nutless power-overdosed fiend
being put out sim. to a bone when
you fell down during drunk strolling
better to block up your front door with
something, 'cause for some content getting posted
you'd get it chainsawed by ******* special forces
in the dead of night; after the unwanted guests have stormed in
you'd get toppled to the floor, then
you'd be submitted to beating
the whole picture's having your little kids screaming
then some of your stuff becomes forfeit
later, it turns out you're not the right person
they've left with your property stolen
that's the rotten syst. working
autocracy's growing

li̲ke what one better
do before going on a hI̲ke, sim.
to that c#cks#cking spineless oppressor
known for bunker-hiding
having bo[ɑ]nds with crI̲me rings
government-budget-trifling
ruling-term-limit-nullifying; sto[ɑ]p, that's
no[ɑ]t it; go[ɑ]tten sidetracked
like a trolley; I̲'m gon' wind back
like what one better
do before going hiking, mind weather
is sort of lame: mostly storm & rain
[anger & mirthlessness]
as before, for this world's insane
plagued by corruption-sparked crime
[according to ocindex.net, worldwide organized crime level]
[rose from 4.87 in 2021 to 5.03 in 2023]
just like the emergence place
of the Dark Knight
[Gotham City]
and the realness of yours remains
something between a nocturnal phase
of a solar day (murk) & an urbanscape
when it's fa[ɔ]ll in reign (gray)
like aqua drO̲[ɑ]ps desc—
—ending fro[ʌ]m skies; sometimes
["falling rain"]
your attic gets overta'en
by go[ɑ]ddamn darkness
like in horror games
or films; dark 'nough you
would no[ɑ]t mind to
watch this world get destroyed in flames
which sounds like the Joker case
[the Alfred's quote about the Joker from "The Dark Knight"]
["some men just want to watch the world burn"]
and, in fact, is a scene sO̲ **** great
and worth slaying for, given, like a person blamed
no longer for a fau[ɔ]lt he made
["forgiven"]
how badly this world's depraved
by the wicked; all the anti-fascist discourse
conveyed by me, like an ******* act, in the course
["*******"]
of a bit more than twain
years; like a deserted place
it's about to be void; I'd say
sim. to Wild West bad boys, I fave
black hats (the hell?); but, of **** course, when they
wind up in stirs, or slain
or in some other misfortune state (ha-ha)
like the country with that Kim **** in reign
[North Korea]
a grim, morbid frame
of mind; read that sick verse I laid
as a part of "POAA" &, before it's late
["punishment of an autocrat" ]
consider reaching a go[ɑ]ddamn asylum
as for the destruction piece, 'course, it ain't
the whole world, but org. crI̲me bands & tyrants
along with loyal aides
of theirs that deserve the fate
mentioned; for, you see, a[ɔ]ll that they
regard highly's riches, which is low
as hell & pretty typical
[it's not money itself that's the problem]
[the problem is the love of money, which (especially when obsessive)]
[as it's known, is a root of nigh-on all kinds of evil]
this world deserves a better breed of criminal
the breed of individual
who'd be ge[ɪ]tting rid of those egotistic rogues
[by "a better breed of criminal", I mean vigilantes]
[the scene from "The Dark Knight"]
[where the Joker sets a money pile aflame with the following words]
["all you care about is money; this town deserves a better class of criminal"]
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this world's sick as heedless folks
in pre-middle ages; the wicked means proposed
is a part of a needed serial
treatment of this fierce disease provoked
by a lack/loss of a syst. of principles (corruption)
and known as injustice (global injustice)
when there is nil or low
commitment from good people, evil grows
["kneel"]
["the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"]