wax back on this forum even tho i hate texting
so im starting at the bottom of this waste setting
i knew nothing was the same before drake said it
i never been the type to bite a rhyme for taste testing
cuz i bring my own recipes to the pot luck, baked freshness

hardball targets- rocket propelled follies befall them
rubble ablaze, blood bubbles in the fray- and we're calling this awesome
rags for riches... grenades, mags, marbles and fertilizer we call in.
animal carcasses hiding provocative secrets... waiving caution for coffins.
pallbearers employed, for our calling's the causing...
dog collars only remnants of a patrolling unit unaware of our shrapnel deposits.
ravines and riverbeds riddled with ambush aftermath... applause from our bosses.
to reap what we sow would mean revocation of our virgin promise for self-inflicted losses.

They would agree my free writes a free mind
free bird living the free life. giant screaming fee fi
see I...would rather make fun due to my consistency
Sign it out for them if no one was listening
diminishing what limits mean..woe is silly me
the difference in them is they lack an epitone
criminally minded. never caught escaping penalties

blood plasma residue dresses each stanza's edges true
machete consisent- shedding limbs off the ready resistence planning to meddle too
turned a corps of engineers to the undead corpses engineered to end your crew
the end is near- befriend it, dear, for fear has befriended you.

Super hero bloodline screaming thug life
living a bug's life, get squashed, watermelon'd
pumpkin pied, whip creamed then shrugged like...
it don't matter to me, I laugh at the uptight
like...what's up guys you mad at me, yuh right
you mad cuz your cloth hasn't been cut right
have them, rolled up dusted off and snug tight
clutch mics with a deficiency in speaking
that shit is demeaning thinking you can touch I...
hope you love life before I make it a disaster
rappers...think they nice, consistent, laughter
stems from where I stand, need to reason here...
guh' night

Niggarachi in versace with a Tommy like Martin.
You could stop me if you cocky n got flintlocks fa sparkin...
a baddy catchin bodies, roll bigger fatties than Cartman.
Christian academies callin like, "Battie! Done catchin maddies in Gotham?"

Masquerading as a mastered slave, til what's been crafted masks this pain...
on Alastor's flaps this path was raised... a paladin's map has tracked his gains.
Still on soft soil he treads heavily as if not in the clouds...
Like he's not as this wound, off a loss til he's found.
The tie that binds til he's bound... of what mind is he now???
Balloons all inflated... a pun undermining these clowns?
Mining minds in this circus... circa those times you said, "Wow."

With matters apart scattered like art
I recapture the spark smashing a heart
the bastard of dark standard to y'all
Yet influential when my canvas is scarred
panic could start chaos manages fault
passing it off #1 position...the basket is far
but the aim is easy even at long distance
if its gone missing then its the wrong instant
shook enough to J Fox lose grip...
strong lifting and a few more balls missing
courage is incouragable when thoughts in it
egotistical ridicule sends us into a calm pigment
til we see what we truly are beyond existence

sequential bills? this bank was robbed of its essential feel...
i feel resentful still... masked up, crusading avenger equipped with steel.
there's no adventure in a venture killed...
so, till the dentures, i'll injure, kill- indent your grill just ta ensure suspenseful dispense of skills...

I make fun of other writers and it bothers them
shoot fish in a barrel that looks bottomless
slaughter them with kindness and honest-ness
my God it's such a beautiful nightmare
night terrors crawling amongst write errors..
right..errors, make sure that the light's there
the flame dancing along with a hold on mystics
something realistic yet farfetched enough to miss it
demented, tortured by accomplishments & twisted...
by every other word I could have listed
presented and swore on with holy intentions
blind to science...yet thoroughly committed

Holy moby this dick's her trophy...
Regardless of it's hits, it's so tits the bitch don't know me.
Woulda extended some licks but the pics don't blow me...
...away. Rihanna! It ain't fun if Chris won't share with this homie!

I'm the black cat met with bad luck
black sheep, the fuck up picking back up
sending shots at the cornerstones
that keep getting heated like corner stores
bodega, I'm looking at you ho' savers
wishing you would...stay now..go later
underestimate the estimates
talk like dudes full of estrogen
forget it then...you'll never outrank me
I'm higher than Saturn, about face me
salute and pay homage
think you pricks got a point?
it's just a bed of nails so lay on it
take a bat to the back, rap to the sack
you won't break even or come up that fast
keep getting laid down

I used to know this woman with the ugliest damn tattoos,
they crudely sullied the sand-cracked grooves
love ran into the burnt, grubby backs of the waitresses hands.
I hear the croons, catch the cursed gully gasps labors demands,
as she twists green dishes in rags- pans spic, for bread en la mesa...
and glass bowls span... from heatsinks crammed to the edge of complacence.
From the shadowed sill of my window, her hair runs through her fingers.
A muse. Or mystic. Shivers spill acoustic think, lured elusive gossamer bands.
For music is a stupid cynic, losing minutes to imperfect ink of a mariachi madame.

Physical youth matched with mystical truth
spat rhymes in my own fictional booth
write rhymes or physically give em to you
Nahhh..money is cool but so is limited view
a moment of silence I've been missing too soon
Chicken little mixed with a new dimensional boost
hidden with a bomb shelter and missiles to BOOM
admission is clues...and admittance is proof
that anyone entering is important orrrrr...
Meant for repopulation its a divisible dispute
and you bitches is too...too...bitchy to live with
....its true

Sauteed my enemies
praised like Genovese
crazed off anything
lay off when I scheme
seance questioning
praise yall entities
Pays off mentally
made off christenings
Cake frosted penalties
May yall get a dream
raised off nicotine
patch it up

Thats enuff.
flow's aqueduct
So dracula
no nappin up
Spectacular
Go spatula
Flip wack shit up
Then laugh at ya
Cold, attica
Fold... stabbin guts
No mask with us,
Know cats with guns
Chrome mac is tucked
Get caskets cut
Ho ratchet cuz
She sapped the nut
I snapped, went nuts
Then snatched her cunt
One smack, she cussed.
"I'm back, you slut!!!"

compound density, everything doesn't make sense to me
raised up high and that's where I find the blessings...
three more weeks and then I could find another complexity
another moment to say that no one is next to me
royalty unfolds, and it all looks so bed spread to me
sleep on it, I understand the difference between every MC
any empty chest, shows no treasures that pressure me
I'm, mixed up with thoughts only I can make sense of...
scenes of glorious scavenger hunts, keep the white rabbit
as I put your ass on fire like a cigarette lighting backwards
I'm too far fetched..looking like I need a new compartment
I new place to stash the bags of the dearly departed...
sorry, I get lost in my head, sometimes I toss in my own bed
while its seems like they been dreamin' for me to fall off
lyrical odd ball, once I'm in my zone its on dawg..
what's on dawg? probably your mom's soakin' my jock
jaw...y'all need to stick to putt putt with your golf balls

Got this down to a science... diabolical to the molecule...
U got tunnel vision, no wisdom; a cyclops rockin a monocle...
Rocket stanzas on haiku fuel... Joe Castanza's a god to dudes.
All these flows about nothing... see what I did??? How NOT could you.
Nocturnal, Diurnal- I make a profit ta scoff at you.
Ain't a prophet but God's enthused... at how Vague's such an obstacle.

7seas and enemies of different breeds
jungle cat..lioness battle of the century
instant grief mixed with some fungal caps
center piece memories over humble facts
keep the rest under wraps peep the mezzanine
the balcony of presidency and other trash
temper temper better leave the rest to me
manipulated society is in the driver seat
freedoms a lie to me same as privacy
what you try to see you should try to learn quietly
sit back and let the lion sleep

lone... in a home of familiars, yet no one knows.
slum village in his ignorant tone... blood wrung with rigor, gift of vigorous bone.
living a livid existence, resistant to religion, all insistence opposed.
Distance from memories distant makes him rigid and cold.
No dreams or goals... all that inspire seeming impossible things to behold.
Death is certain for all, but he desires it by chance...
Expecting an early dropoff before an elderly man.