[sral]

"Body of Work" (2008)

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” - Ralph W. Emerson

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The web sights eyebrowse are just a waist of time
This is my body of work, another faceless rhyme
Keep you in awe like dentists, you legging behind
When I drop Jaws like Spielberg in seventy five
Bombed outta my mind, I’m a tear-a-wrist in vain
Frankenstein with no spine wouldn’t pick my brain
You bald your eyes out, yet it’s a hair too late
You can sell your soul but there’s still hell toupee
Take strength and smarts, but don’t leave me parts
Cuz like a body’s autopsy, there’s no beating heart
In the bowels of every city, you staying at large
The skinny is you choke artists have trachea scars
Secrets are word of mouth, said tongue in cheek
So chew food for thought with both wisdom teeth
Rip all tendons in attendance, that’s my tendency
I gave you the cold shoulder to stop sweatin’ me
Kept abreast like silicone, you got facelifts free…
In the belly of the beast like ya mom’s pregnancy
But this ain’t T.V., I’ve yet to graze anatomy
In a grind I get on ya nerves like a painful cavity
Your girl’s junk in the trunk is taking a backseat
Cuz she sticks out like a sore thumb hailing a taxi
It’s ‘humerous’, I get a kick outta tearing kid-knees
That’s a funny-bone like Team America’s sex scene
Your beer belly’s hung-over, your umbilical leaked
Now you got a bigger navel region than the military
You can taunt me, but none of those tonsil fade me
I got skeletons in my closet like John Wayne Gacy
Skin crawls like baby’s, it torso much as well…
I donate to the Red Cross, cuz I know blood-sells
You no pimp, you a pimple; I’ll scar your chest…
If you pitted against me like pock marks on flesh
You go down to defeat like an undertow suggests
I’m so fly the bags under my eyes go unchecked
To let reader’s digest, put my appendix in books
But few can stomach it in my neck of the woods
I’ll shut ya trap for good, break your rib cage off
Expose urine-testin’ like major league baseball
Take your pulse on impulse, I’ll have to lap you
We at each other’s throats like an Adam’s apple
Live in a cul-de-sac, you can’t call-ya-sack whole
Cuz y’all some dicks… fuckin’ stuck up assholes
If I finger ya girl’s pussy, I get caught red handed
For that period, I’m all forehead like Ted Danson
Aliases love-handles, so they beef-on-the-side
I can see most skin-ya-hide like beaten housewives
Get it, skin-your-hide? It’s difficult to stand by
It’s a gag, but that ‘reflex’ worse than a vampire
Palm trees with your hands tied, you lack a point
Now I can taste-bud whenever I crack my joints
Trying to draw first blood has your arteries failing
Don’t just go for the jugular like Barnum & Bailey
Fucking numbskulls, go scalp tickets to concerts
Flawless, my features are chiselled like sculptures
Look at ya ugly mug, you brought on this mugging
Got too many ‘defects’ like a communist country
I tend-to-heal like Achilles, my knee-jerk reactions…
Get you stuck in the temple like Caesar’s assassins
I’m everlasting like melanin, I’ll cave ya melon in
I used defeat and urine lines to make ’em relevant
I could wrap this up with organs found in ya skin…
But to come out ahead like birth…

I’m a go out on a limb.