[Mr. J]

Y'all cause some doubt.
Just another reason to cross em out.
Got gumby stretching the line.
Police feeling pokey, checking the ride.
Used to mash and roll green.
Sam Rothstein, Slash, Don Quixote.
Took a different party to know me.
Stereo like me, holding the same ol' D.
My quips alone make sidewalk shatter.
What's all that side talk matter?
Now I roll scripts, get high off grammar.
Hit each line & fly off stanzas.
See how high you'll find my standards.
I got scales and a pair of graphs.
Charts to educate & share a laugh
It was I atop that hill you staring at.
Thats your cue bone, evolve Marowak.
Stare long enough, start staring back.
Lil ol scaredy cat gone Schrodinger.
When I'm done she looking Goldfinger.
Cold zinger, a unwrapped hostess
Still water for the backstrokers.
Called back brokers, dial tone lingers.
No remorse to the coded fingers.
Telltale floors meet Hans Landa.
Foreign influence caused drama.
Some sort of misstep alarmed the watcher...

Now they drag on what the God's treasure.
Tried to recreate the feeling...
What an odd texture