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.