or till the broke get broken in half, masonry slabs
of American 'trash' were compiled to place greats on their aves.
Placated with haves they salivate over, only to place it as stash.
Give to the have nots?? They have knots they'd never stated they grabbed!
A nation bursting can't mask the seams, perversions lurking in this insatiable mass.
And things, for certain, aren't certain until we make with the math.
Checks and balances over wrecking battleships to protect from a crash...
Til then, its just thefts and ravages til sexist savages rape us of our flag.

WWIII

or take us to a lab, like rats for experiments.
make us impotent, ignorant and beligerent.
whoa!! innocence is out the window.
this is a predicament where you sink slow.
quick sand, slow death, human sink hole.
moving when they say so.
otherwise your`e flat footed.
looking for a stage coach.
.black hooded.
feeling weaker than paper rain coats.
acres of pain and slained throats.
trained to travel slippery slopes.
you`d die of thirst, before you entertain a sip of hope.

... finding refuge in the soul paired with a stripper pole.
Tip her, dole it out. She's only hitting notes from that triple fold.
Still you entertain the elicited pwn. Inadequacy is here, sitting at home.
You let it. Forget it if it parallels the empty you know.
Its gratifying to be shown attention. The definition of miserable, lone.

I`ll take on a physical tone.
Break your testicular bone.
Let my vehicular rome,
to no particular zone.
Your girl? I tickle when you leave her alone.
Give her extracurricular moans.
She`s a prisoner in your home.
She be like SHHHH there`s a listener on the phone.
Her pussy`s cheap anyway, there`s no Dow in her Jones.

Snow bunny bitch... I'm plowin 'er, Homes!
Wowin her... devowered her whole then drowned in her hole...
tsunami punani... Okami controlled.
Next visit I'll elicit roleplay,me indian style, her cowboying the pole.

out-coying them all. how annoying's the flow
i cant escape when it's a toy to my soul
dont have to be gents to spit as i'm amendin this
thoughts are just menaces who help me replenish it

my dopeness equals endlessness.
rhymes are fender to fender shit.
cracked whips
enter the center of my script.
i`m the inventor of a hit.
that has yet to be produced.
you direct hate at me?
then you pro fruit.
rapper above me, is so cute.
rapper above her? pro shoot.
go in a phone booth.
come out with clark kents neck in a noose.
i`m these rhymes slave master.
i ain`t reading your rainbow.
take it back to roots.
ain`t nothing vague about vivid.
in this cypher he`s the truth. (@Vividlyvague )
and i`m the lie detector.
punnany pie inspector.
puertorican, but don`t call me hector.
cooking up some shit.
call me cheffer.
you might need a wutang neck protector.

High Voltage~ AKA~ Crummy

neck protector?, to reject this pressure, you'll need...
a vest from vector, professor x shirt and weapons expert...
bell a vet sir, who excels at wrecking excerpts, cant you tell?
its chess not checkers, are we making moves or faking moves?
make the check to dave chapelle, im skating on you hater dudes
savor. smell. flavor too, im baking L's while the plane in cruise..
thats fly but linda, honey listen, lemme explain my ways to you!
this'll go viral in a day or two, carried by a tsunami wave of ooh's
caught a few bodies as a no name, bro wait, come claim ya goon
wat yall start this for? bruh, i come flame to fuel, sharper swords
fuck ya mundane reviews on my art of war, my sun name is tzu...
danger, high voltage? i've seen more anger in toddlers, why force it?

What happened to keep elevating, and demonstrating tenacity?
You created your own hell. and filled it to capacity.
I`m killing your audacity.
Drilling holes in the structure of your balcony.
Come on mothafucka challenge me!!
...These suckas il never rattle my cage.
I`ll feed these Parrot Niggaz hocolate with an advocado glaze.
Don`t bottle your rage.
Read between the lines, swallow my page.
I see y`all trying to borrow my ways.
I would`nt follow you,
even if you posted pics of your pussy all day.
Fuck everything you say.
You`ll drown in wave of boo`s.
You just met a strand of hell. Camp Bell??
Maybe Split Eight il pitch atent with you.
Fuck you gonna do,
get a crew of caveman rappers?
And roast eachothers nuts over a fire,
to see who rings your Bell faster.

what im posting bruh, b magic when displayed
you slow as bucks and i just snatched ya chain
so relax ya face, i cobra clutch rattled snakes
that hide in a cyph loop, typing hyped haiku's
told you faggot, allow me to casually explain...
in these free type cyphers, my keys quite nicer
im whipping the sickest benz, fitted with the kit
my speed of light brighter, quickest with the wit
got ya thinking knight rider, if ya slip into my drift
my bombs be brief, somebody pinch this little bitch
wake up now and stop this ponzi scheme of scripts
i know you feeling lucky...even that wont google me
cool it g or ketchup before i mustard up ya eulogy...

with a roman mind
the pastor lies
having driven the youth away
he does not instruct
teaches the kingdom is off in the sky
when the prophets declared it will be established
in the earth
the rational mind can't grasp this
through the lies of the pastor

it's a vibe that i'm after, kickin rhymes every chapter
i ride on top of the ladders with more swag than aladdin
a raptor as i'm rappin, no white flags will ever happen
i'm in love with a girl but trust that i'm not a faggot
i'm a case in the basket, a wastrel on fashion
no make-up, i'm swaggin, the fake stuff's unattractive

Yeah,
Fake is ugly like a baby casket,
Like, here's rabies, Catch it!!!
There's a hole in your chest,
let imposters patch it.
They ain't got that mobster fabric.
They're an attic with stashes of fiction.
They gave up the underground,
but i still hang around the Basement of Wisdom....

..Gangsters 'bout money n respect Thugs come n go.
t's how the story goes.
how the fabric's woven.
street stories.
treehouse horrors.
magic potions.
annotated fiction.
i can't escape it.
i cannot make them listen.
must give them the option.
paint pictures for optics.
taint physics for doctors when i make visits.
chemistry lab conditions..
anti-matter..
and you matter.
..empti ness has conseQuences-
the beaker shattered
the weak r flattened.
the meek r tattered\gaps of generations.
"gang-sters.. .the thugs won't save us."

I'm energetic in a blaze way, the saviour in a stage play,
Flows engage babes. No road rage, Just post strays,
Goals are on the gage. Page-1, The shotgun sung.
It sang a tune of doom, more bang for your boom.
Shang-Highing to the moon.
Bag pipes for brides, and Nines for the Grooms,
You can find me on, Zoom! Or on some shrooms.
Making niggaz quiver, when i'm reaching for they silver spoons.
I'm seeing everything in cartoon, with Peter Griffen in the bar at noon,
Throw in a Harpoon, this is a Whale of a Flow,
Throw any Man At Me, (Manatee),
~N~ See how fastly they sink slow...

Now I can't think so... Maybe ill grab a drink yo
Turn the knobs upon a steel stove til the heat grows
The air falls still like we were waitin on a freak show
Cook a roast on the holiday cuz your beef blows
Outside, the sky litters sleet-snow knickin your kids, watch em bleed slow

Nah, I'd rather achive doh'.
You'd rather knead dough.
Please ho,
You catching up to speed slow.
I say let the weed grow,
Mutant buds at a freak show.
You got a meth pipe in all your three holes.
Bitch I skeet voltz. Electricute you deep tho'
Sleep mode? I'll take a nap on your breast.
Now I'm the daddy for your pregnancy test..

Just fucking around, but let's make it a reality. LOL

What, are you illiterate? You think I'd let you hit this w that little dick?
Or if you forced yourself upon me, that I wouldn't get rid of it?
Or how bout I let you touch the tip to clit knowing I got cyphalis?
Hepatitis C, AIDS and HIV, every type of blood disease
Ill have you on your knees like the Vietnamese before the early 70s
El oh el oh el, what're you, stuck on instant messenger?
See your faggot ass in hell, I'm more than ready for the temperature

I ain`t scratching your God Itch. Get Calamine for that shit.
Better Pray I don`t bust you in the lip, There`s demons in my fist.
I`m taking Holy Water sips soaking bread in wine, all my burdens are fixed.
Hurdling passed all the bullshit twist and turns.
I don`t Believe god exist! Should I burn baby burn.
but have you ever seen a dead man squirm?
maybe eternal fire just means you gotta bad perm.
fuck it, I`m bagging ferns from a kush forest.
"In god we trust" is in the courts.
Then get jesus`s sig on my warrant.

Masked Draft Of What Would Have Been
 

Everything feels like a draft:
nothing is complete.
I can't even get my jaw open
to take in your words and
spit them out in reverse;
chop in segments of forward,
and press play.
My mouth is consumed and shut
by this muzzle mask…
in the end, I'm gonna shit on it,
and you'll hear my voice.
We'll all get a pay day.

We all get a Pay Day? Nah,, I'd rather have a Snickers.
I'm only worried bout Father Time, he's got a bad Ticker.

chocolate jesus on sundays, i promise.

Inka, inka from that bottle of ink
Said Zack D. drawing from thoughts he thinks
Yes.
Inka, inka. Drawn down, past skin deep
Zack. He thinks
Maybe this bottle of ink is a tool to teach
He blinks...he believes he can't believe. Preach
Cos what he thinks is now what he sees.
Inside his eyes, closed. To the outside streets.

He sees the short-order put the tomato on
For another mother to feed her child
the garbage of the burger king

Inka. Inka.

bippity boppity, boppity bippity...

Off top I dont gibe a fudge
always been the type walk in the park late at qith a cup
filled with dreams and codeine the drugs.
i wuv becausw they understand
evem when im at my worst it always sam
and what,u say about my mom that aint cool man
shes a nice young lady with a pool in the backyard

Im depressed may I lay on your chest
make my tears wash down the white vest
i dont know okay maybe I do
but im not gonna open so fuvk you
Passive agressive sexting hoes
thinking if life is all about this I dont know
confused making my self a cereal bowl
i love that fruity shit on my lips
i bring that milk down like im washing my sins
i hate viddo games like the sims
fagget go out and live that shit I want some whipcream
I only watch movies and play games that are indie
I aint no basic bitch and if u think cod is good thats a pity
If u like michael bay flicks I can tell u aint witty
if u didmt vote for mit romney then your lost b

Now i days i just sit down and write
Dont even think twice like when cumd on that dike
Now shes all over me and it was just one night
I told her fat slut would you do this for a klondike
Leave me the fuck alone get off of my sight

Dear self, I feel for your safety
maybe you should calm your head and listen to amy
i worry that one day your stability scurries
Your not always gonna be in this position so hurry
You get furious for nothing you need to find something
to do with yourself you need to start hunting
or else time will hunt you
and youll end a hunchback hobo with no food
you say life is tough well man fuvking bohoo
get your shit together mommy cant fix them bobos forever

Ayo,
I'll do Voodoo for some chedda.
Sacrifice cows for a leather.
Give you bad advice about the weather.
Have you sweating in a sweater.
I'm Mic Checking for pleasure.
Why you checking Mike's nethers.
Nah! ...Never mind that now.
Ain't no feathers in my cap,
Or my pillows, I'm sleeping on clouds.
This is my mind speaking aloud,
having a meeting with vowels.
Then breaching your girls bowels,
while you're skeeting on towels.
Man i been thinking bout eating Owl.
Lately my breathing sounds like Growls.
A evening at Home making Beer Runs,
could easily turn Foul..... Just flowin..

Free writting has become the best shift
I struggle from a deficint attention is definite
sense daycare I failed to fold my hands on the desk I sit
The little shithead grandma said that I needed an exorcist

No wonder they aren't fans
i used to scream at teachers tell em to kiss my ass
they had me doing chores after math ended why mam?
i woudnt fix the board if were were in the woodshop class
You could tell hell be the stoner boy
you could tell hell do nothing but smoke nd toy around until

Im free writting a free soul a free mason
everyrhing I do is nothing short from amazement
im saying im the best and to confest basically
im saying that you cant never contest anally
So full cant take shit I love to eat tofu u fake crip
Get hit with so many sticks youll think.. Shit
that motherfuckr right there got alot of fucking sticks
that shit hurt and my elbow bruised
SLOW IT DOWN I JUST DISSED U

Don't let these motherfuckers gas you
You are not even close to me or matthew
I can't even fathom how far from the truth
You have been leaded and I gky baf news

I got no vision nothing to be living
been swimming in a pool of lies likes whats wishing
I'm trying to think some better thoughts
and where that got me?,confused and stuck
like maybe im better off shooting myself with a handgun
then tryna handle these contradictions I want answers

Spit out the rule book. Like a fool should. Drop out of school kids. Just more substitutes for the students. True if...Hey, if proof was a paste, then put it on my toothbrush! Humans. Stupid. Swish-swash drool from our youth up. Lust. Gloss withComo tally vu lips. Flicker eye lids. The loosest forms of prudence. Sewage. Ruined. Polluted. Sir, what can we say of these institutions? In you. Innuendo of Nintendo. Group hug.

Joey Google with Mary Macintosh. Both in the back. Off the rocks with Jonny Applesauce, at his pad. Oh my God, there's talk already and thoughts of the unplanned father land. Applause, and thank you 2014 Grads.

Off top I hit em with the flow
i hit em then I drop em like dominoes
then eat em cuz im that savage
and im so cold my chain looks like a maverick
now im really ballin and im aweaome u faggot

Ayoo what it is?
my honey how bout you show some of them tits
i aint drunk how bout you just let me grab on bitch
there squishy and soft kinda like a pillsburgy

I am not a poet
Just a young motherfucker whos lost in the motion
Who realizes that any type of attempt is just hopeless
try to find a reason and your life will be
Nothing but a big fucking pile of hipocrisy
All the colors in the world originate from blank space
And thats why im just waiting till death kises me one day

Wow that was destructive
You could get spot light yeah if that anythin to do with ya plummet
I got name brands to collect
You u collect but only when u keep attempting to change the subject
Fuck ya relativity
Its be as big a downfall as donating to that charity
I'm looking for clarity.
Yeah u been pulling my chain only way you'll negate this pounding is when u pleading insanity
I'm reiterating the desire to fight
I blow kids out the water ur too shook claiming valentine
This it ya last spectacle
Acting like it was special but we all know your fake and can't handle this thread at all
Please keep displaying your dirty inferno
And you got no faith instead of writing verses for church your writing pornos
That's it if I painted granted them decisions
Its a pile of waste well that's what we thought of ya subscriptions

Watch me play with bars, candy & sippin' shots
got my hand in some dippin' dots, gettin' props
bout to take a seat, & then shit the pot
I'm bored, bored, I guess it's a given dog
just like the welfare everyone is livin' off
I ran out of candy, so now i have to hit the shop
look at the change as it starts to glisten awwww...
am I written off? I'll leave that chick in shock
like I care about props homey, I don't give a flock
you in candy land, how you from a riddled block?
must be swiss cheese or somethin' different...nah
I shine, I shine, SHUT UP! I'm just kiddin' y'all
I'm bored, I'm bored, Hacksaw Jim Duggan y'all