With a firepit of glowing Qur'an's
I'm roasting po po
I'll leave you looking
like the DBZ Mr.
We believe in a lewd
nigga who'd
whip a cup of sweat
and other nigga drippings
in a roux
(fry?)
I DO THIS DAY
lift fat from the musca
knife moving weight
son shining to the set
knights cool as J
when the sight's putrid
a blueness tints
set in the essence
millenniums meditating
baked it into us
(next)
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