Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

I'm a ''QUANTUM PHYCISIST'', a ''QUANTUM LYRICIST'' you're a BOTTOM BUNK, CON YOU SUCK -- AUCHITZ HEARING THIS??
BOTTOM LYRICISIST -- .. CONOR MECREGOR? BOTTOMLESS EXPERT -- What's the ''ANSWER TO'' -- ''ALL SO SERIOUS??'' -- BESIDES A COCK THAT GETS CHOPPED BY ''GLOCKS AND SHIT''!!

A ''GLOCK NINE'' to your temple -- LIKE XAOLIN MONKS using ''GUNS'' -- ABUSE THE NUN/NONE? SHOOT THE SUN/SON!!..
BUST A GUN -- BUST A TON -- You ''SPIT FLAMES'' -- I'll use a ''GLOCK'' to ''SHOOT THE SUN//SON!!

I'm ''AJ THE MENACE AND SINACOG'' -- NOT ECHELON -- PETRO SCONCE -- ANSWER A WEINE WITH SKINNY? But a YETI when FAT/PHAT..!!
I'm GETTING A GAT -- I BUST MATICS FOR FUN PRACTICE -- USE A ''KNIFE TO GET ALL THE FAT/PHAT!!

I'm ''ABUSING you ANSWER'' -- I've ALWAYS BEEN GOD TIER WHILE ''YOU'' were TOP TIER!!
COCKS HEAR!! -- DARTH MAUL -- will CHOP HEARTS -- WITH HELICOP ART -- I'll ''THROW YOU IN THE AIR'' THAN ''CHOP FEAR''!!

[Lindel]

Once upon' a time there were two cockatoo's; white and yellowish hue
They flew in the evening blue as two bird's of a feather'; flocking together
They ate seeds of grace; they ate seeds of life; seeds of light
They ate as two birds flocking together; enjoying the blue weather on adventures
The two cockatoo's flew together toward a church cathedral; a church steeple
They loved the church; heard songs of joy from outside were they were on the roof
They loved the church cathedral; loved it's people; the devil and the people were never equal
The devil and the birds were never equal; they sang church songs on the roof
When on the green terrain; they saw a man playing his trumpet on the way to his car
Playing a loud trumpet noise; he played outside of a church cathedral on his way to his car
The birds loved enjoying that lovely music; it was as if the red devil turned black
The bird's loved cherishing that trumpet music; it was wonderful
The church people outside of the church cathedral applauded with hands clapping
The birds sang church songs over the yellow trumpet's music; the Spanish man loved the music as-well
When the Spanish man and his trumpet left; the two bird's cried over the music
The two bird's cried over the beautiful Spanish christian music; they loved him
When suddenly; the Spanish man came from out of the car to play the loud trumpet music
The two birds were surprised, they thought he left them forever
The Spanish christian man played the loud trumpet music, for everyone (including the bird's) again
The christian church loved his music; the Spanish man left with his trumpet; the two bird's cried in wet tears...


(AND...BECAME..DOVES)

[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

PARADISE --

https://soundcloud.com/ajf-2/paradise

vs.

MOONLIGHT --

https://soundcloud.com/sini-3/sini-moonlight-rough

[Lindel]

Tryptophan



[Act 1; Of Slumber]

There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream

Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime

See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued

Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still

Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays

* * *

Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again

'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan

[Act 2; Of Ideal]

Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine

Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep

Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to

Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret

Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!

Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real

* * *

Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout

For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan

--

Ballad Of The Northern Lights

* * *

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

Where the stream of light that's known as the Aurora Borealis
Beaconed bright over the northern fjord surroundin' shimmers fro
And the glow to sheets of white tonin' a warmer morning balance
Breaches night, lull of a laureled story's ballad then unfolds;

With a soul, who should've been sleeping; see, the cold keeps him restless
Yet warmth of the sky's scarlet, emeraldish-gold gleamin' presence
Falls over him like a blanket, making sanctum from his anguish;
Embracing its cadence takes him from the Pole's freezing deathgrip

Like the feeling of a live and breathing soul reaching Heaven
Burning away restraints, and holds, of frosted snow he's been fledged with
Absorbed in its sheer fluorescence, as his woes feast in ecsta-
sy's Depression-ensheathing sheets wove of hope, dream and zest bliss

For this frozen oceanshore, where Winters seldom show remorse
Their aureate sight supports a torch; beaconed bright, offering force
Heat ignites, hearts're endorsed, and even night's darkness is shunned
For a peacock's feathers paint the looming rays of Luna's lungs

Exhaling the Sun's vibrance, 'til her breath ceases at dawn
As he fights his weary eyelids, will-surpressed sleep is prolonged
But anything, to stay awake, and marvel, for tonight
Under those dancing Northern Lights,

'O what a sight

Sitting beside it while it shimmers fro is so inspiring;
Flickering skies enticing him to loathing closing his eyelids
Dance; so indulged inside its moment, time is frozen by its
Trance, and his old desire's form of flying molds his spine and

Stance; as he arches upward he howls, but not 'cause of the pain
But 'cause he calls out to the Lights, he's freed what was restrained
Sprouting out his back, a set of wings is outstretched
He spreads their magnificence, and extends a reach without breadth

Then takes off; what was once the distant-beauty which he used to only
Gaze on, he'll soon dance with 'til they've ceded by the hues of morning's
Late dawn; through majestic streams of essence breathed from Luna's soul, he
Stays strong, 'cause their coalescence ain't long, 'long as he's kept this

Same song by his heart, the beat'll lift him up when cumbered;
Rhythm gives him reason why his wings should fight fatigue and flutter
Winter's grip secedes as choirs sing beside the freezin' Tundra;
It's a blessing, like a stray fallen to the open arms which mothered

He hugs her; to endure is self-assured by what her chorus cites,
"You'll feel no pain, or heel your chains, or any sorta strife
'Long as you soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight";
Under those prancing Northern Lights,

For just tonight

Being alone, watching her dance hither such,
He thus advanced through the expanse, offering his hand's tender touch
Folding his arms around her shoulders like she did when he was colder
Then he told her, "We're both loners, and I can't render much

To repay you; what I can do is hold you close until you say so
See, I know you're fond of dancing, and know it takes two to tango
So- I ask you permission, if it'd be all right, for if
You'd took my clench, and we'd step to until the dawn strikes mornin'"

She mourns her sense of bliss; woe revealing this lonely feeling,
Whispering, "What you ask me is my only willing; hold me 'til receding hours
When morning's hilt ensheathes and towers our ebon-soaked refuge
And need permission not, for I've been blessed, for stepping close to you

Your subtle touch soothéd my spirit; slowly mends whatever gash
Let your frorn endeavors fade from flame my sparkling beacon casts;
Let the Arctic region's farthest reaches wither woes which passed
And 'til tomorrow's surfaced, treat our night tonight like it's our last"

So they dance, to the ballad's chorus creatures of the frorn recite;
Singing a song across the Winters, as the wolves're smite
Treating the night like it's his last, the soul, who holds her tight
Over those glancing Northern Lights;

Those lust for flight

They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Even Heaven's ears are pierced by chorus that these wolves sing
The soul heeds to the words emitted through the chorus interlude,
Which spoke of how they yearned to dance with them, and grow their own wings

He remembers being like these other wolves; a stray, abound alone
Who'd marvel at the Northern Lights, with other gazers down below
Then learned to make the pain ease; embraced his will and made wings
So, in hope that every gazer and dreamer could do the same thing,

He says to them, "By woe, your will is clouded still
Try to imagine Heaven's bliss, and get a sense of how it feels;
See, if you forget about the coldness of the northern fjord surroundin'
You can extend your wings, and dance with thee, Aurora Borealis"

And they listen; and they let go of their woes and any sorta strife
Forging their freedom from the führer, frorn of former life
Just for tonight, their wings are outstretched, and it's down-fetched
For the souls of wolves to soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight

The first wolf, and every soul which was alone alike;
Laughing with eachother while they prance, and hold her tight
Their little feet step to the left, and then step toward the right,
Dancing with the Northern Lights

*Laugh*

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

To the Ballad..
To the Ballad!..
To the Ballad Of The Northern Lights



Metamorphosis

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Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.




0:11

I live a life of major ambitions, and over-zealous schemes
Visions of taking ascendance once I grow a set of wings
Pour my heart into these compositions no one ever sees
But I'm hoping that one day I'll soar with those angelic beings

In the sky, with my hands extended high, 'till I die
Thoughts of jumping from this cliff, asking myself, "Will I fly?"
Could I soar up to the clouds, overlook the oceans proud
And be bestowed the golden crown; it's implausible, still I try

Take a dive; try to float away where things're lookin' better
Stretch a set of wings so far an eagle couldn't measure
Fantasies I like to see as glimpses of the future
I'm stuck in this state of numbness, no resistance from the stupor

They call me the Second Icarus, fluorescence I yearn
Legend says I'll try to fly up to the heavens and burn
I couldn't help myself but try to touch Apollo's Chariot
They say the dream can live today, but come tomorrow, bury it

Dig a twelve-foot hole and throw it in; forget your virtue
Drown pain with acceptance so that it would never hurt you
But I tell them they don't understand I'm made to grip the Sun
They say, You ain't the one, you descended from Daedalus' son

And so I jump; taking lift-off from this broken cliff forever
Don't know where I'm going, I'm just floatin' with the weather
Let my spirit break its prison by condonin' its oppressor
Me and Icarus are said to die in ocean mists together

So there's nothing left for me but to pursue this legacy
Let the wax erode away or take a Duel with Destiny
Destiny's telling me I'll be, by fate, consumed in Seven Seas
But in my side of the story, the fable grew and spread his wings

Ahh.. Now I'm floating, floating so high
I know I want to be here but I don't remember why
Tryna touch the sun during a solstice in the sky
It's said I share its fate in stone, as both our golden embers rise

I stay condoning sinner's pride, my nature's grown to bigger size
I aim to take the rule of kings, I claim the throne when Simba dies
If the legend's right, I'll take the flame alone and hit the tides
But I'm happy to greet my relative with death 'cus I ain't shy

In the mean-time, I'm free of all these worries that I've yet to see
Looking to Earth and all the birdies in the freshest breeze
Higher than Everest peaks, the messiahs and shepherds see
I'm comprised of angelic breed, and the choirs have yet to sing

But let them voice their hymns, chant its endeavor
And bless the sin tempted by serpents bearing amethyst sceptres
I step close to accept its shining diamonds, emeralds and rubies
The gem's intent is of Etna to Typhon, it'll consume me

Swallow me like my cousin covered under sea floors
For old time's sake, through tide's wake, we hover Greece shores
There's no denyin' fate, so why wait, let thunder bring storm
But never height break, let flight take, a couple feet more

Let the wind favor my troubles, for a day, to grip the cosmos
Climb up to the diving board, and take a dip tomorrow
Not before my fingers meet to seize the flaming sun
The very thing that brought me here, my wings're breaking from

A flame, melting my wings the more I'm pressing skyward
So close to the Sun, I exhale and the breath is fire
They call me the Second Icarus, I said, I want it all
Now part of me fades away, and I just hope that I don't fall

[Lindel]

Night..
The Solace of Sol..
*Laughs*
So vast and unexplored..

To me, it's unfortunate..
That people forget what they never see..
You gotta see through the darkness too though..
Right?..

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Sitting on a cliff, admiring how the stars're made to glisten
Drifting in the distance, mind around a faraway dimension
People flourish in the day when all that light is sparklin' truly
But forget about the mysteries of the night and all its beauty

When their shine isn't as bright but they still continue to twinkle
Ocean tides glimmerin' drive you to dive up into the seafoam
That's glowin' cause of the moon that's casted over the tides
Bestowin' colorful hues in its path when mornin' arrives

Before the dawn when the stars're seen unweaving the cloth of dreams
A fabric enwove in thought that's still seen if you're not asleep
Wrapping around you so gently yet not a soul can resist it
So when you're under the sky your mind's in a foreign existence

Of the component which Beethoven had performed his Sonata
And which without the wave of motion in the ocean is nada
But it's composer never spoke a poem written in lyrics
So now it's spoken in the vocals of a whisperin' spirit

That goes like,

[Hook]

I've been empowered by your essence ..
I wish you'd stay forever, but you're constantly moving
Ironically my life isn't as bright without your presence ..
And though I know I'm not fast enough, in your fall I pursue it

Running behind ya while ya pull the darkness back from the lawn
They never see ya, 'cause they're only conscious after the dawn
Maybe one day they'll feel the sun and decide its colors're too bright
But until that time has come, I'll stay shinin' under the moonlight

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Quiet silence arises while ocean fire flies're movin'
Water closin' in up by the shore that Poseidon tries seducin'
In praise of the shine above he'll raise his trident skyward to it
And, in a moment of peace, all of its tide retires movement

Admirin' the site illuminatin' up in the heavens
So all of the- rage in the waves can rest a couple of seconds
The current eases the pace and even the wind becomes silent
Each star is gleamin' from space and dreaming to glimmer the brightest

Framed in this dark abyss, capturing vision down a stone mountain
That raises crickets, and hooting, uplifting sound of wolves howlin'
Rushes of wind and nocturnal creatures'll dance over meadows
When leaves are falling in autumn, a stream'll channel the petals

So all their color's just drifted to different lands, so to settle
Cus when the rays have set is when truly the candles're speckled
But when the true morning has risen, or it's flickerin' near it
I hear the melody's hymn; a call of a whisperin' spirit

That goes like,

[Hook]

I've been empowered by your essence ..
I wish you'd stay forever, but you're constantly moving
Ironically my life isn't as bright without your presence ..
And though I know I'm not fast enough, in your fall I pursue it

Running behind ya while ya pull the darkness back from the lawn
They never see ya, 'cause they're only conscious after the dawn
Maybe one day they'll feel the sun and decide its colors're too bright
But until that time has come, I'll stay shinin' under the moonlight

--




[Intro]

Through Alpha, comes the Omega
Through Omega; a natural fall
They say that I've come to this fall too early an age
*Laughs* Well, This is what I tell 'em

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Fall is the call of renewal, when the autumn touches trees
What follows brustling leaves, leads to blossom from its Spring
In essence, the exhalation made in nature's respiration
To replace the wind it freed, it fills its hollow lungs and breathes

Rejuvenation from the second air
The future waits with further greatness, tongues of present bare
An elevation, levitating up above the pheasant stare
Where richness of the oxygen consumed could dub a peasant, heir

A dragon born and formed of four wing seraphims
Holdin' gold-seamed testaments, and my flow speaks rhetoric
Of this year, might we cheer, for what's foretold heeds resonance
Of our soul's peak, exodus from the cold beast, devilish

That we fear; light be sheer like that of old time's genesis
But through new seed, a breed of which the glow blinds witnesses
Is bestowed like benadrin, when ya nose tries sniffing; in
Sense resembling a cleanse of nasal glands; letting ya chest expand

Like breath in the freshest land where spirits drink ambrosia nectar
Some drink the snake poison, ignoring sting of cobras fester
Does such a madness grow for mavericks alone?
Could one who drinks the blood from such, by sight, turn basilisks to stone?

You never know 'till hell unfolds, or tales're told in naked truth
The rest'll hold the devil's soul, so vessels grow with tainted roots
So we pray, to spend our days without the touch of blight
In hopes we aim, to cure the plague, and take a puff of life

Let go the weight just as golden branches of August
New jewels await their place as the oldest amulets're harvest
Watch 'em sparkle like the stars in twice the darkness they absorbed
A dog you thought was lost at bay, could often stray ashore

You just gotta stay assured, and things'll fall in place, for sure
Granted no flawless face, but watch as nature draws its traits, reborn
A portrait from the ashes; no need to fear maturing flame
No need to feed who's words not even near observant plain

But feed the wolf who licks your hand, and shun the blood-thirsty lycans
In a forest full of wolves that lull, there's one-surely righteous
Brood of breed that rarely comes early, some evil seek, and some worthy
Some grow to strength and pride, but some are young-burly lions

The one mistake we make, we hide the path we're searching for
Distorting perception of, Is it the eyes of fact or serpent torque
That lies beside; freedom of the truth is victory lies'll hide
Veracity needs no remorse, so strip your tongue and take its course

It all comes back to us children of Earth who plunge its depths
Ill willed in gut, who've long given up hope their stomach set
To those that plummet, fall from heights and never rose to summit
Faith you'll amount to something, in case you haven't found that something yet

Sometimes the breath gets hard to make, we just wanna fade
Jump into the current's rage; be pirahnna prey
To those who still are sane we pray the current's all perspective
And the rapid flows are hints of nature workin on direction

We never know it's workings, but it works a destination
Through path it brings, its travelers sing, for herbs of preservation
The mother Earth gives oxygen, which turns to respiration
But before you breathe the new, an exhalation.

Patience.

[Lindel]

I bucket 'til the drumstick.. that's KFC
The .40 give 'em whiplash.. that ain't even breakneck speeds
Big dong swingin at my knees like a bowling pin
& my nuts're Double Trouble, nicknamed my ballsack the Olsen Twins
I brought a knife that'll Bobby Flay ya.. all my lines is Versace-tailored
Only play w/ them dollar signs 'cause I wake up on auto-grind like a coffee maker
Fuck a shotty, I'll pull pistols.. there's just somethin about cocking a full nickle
You on the corner w/ ya ass clenched, while 'Boris w/ a bad bitch.. no Rocky & Bullwinkle
The zen killer.. you a comedy act; Ben Stiller
The left put you on ice, no warm fuzzy feelings.. that's a Chin chilla
I let my chrome set the tone like a metronome
The gat in your face & my finger got the Reaction to spray like Kenneth Cole's men's cologne
Twist you up like pretzel dough & scream on 'em like a megaphone
Scream on 'em like an Ethiopian w/ Tourette syndrome standin next to Joe at a metal show
Keep a clip by the dresser.. got P90's equipped w/ suppressors
Beam'll aim & this heat exchange turn you to liquid like a mixing condenser
My straight right feared.. my left wrapped around the gauge like earlobes
Keep somethin large by the waist that go hard in the paint like clear coat
I strangle the game.. you on that sucka shit, my bankroll's insane
You sellin crack while I went back to get my Master's like Django Unchained
a Russian marksman when trouble startin; duct tape on the double cartridge
Get pistol-whipped off the buckle harness, smackin ya face w/ the serial like Uncle Martin
My Glock's untamed & I ain't w/ the frontin.. not today
Catch you outta pocket & get called on audible when my shotgun play
You even talk, the gat gets drawn. Turn ya whole block to Babylon.
Boy cross that line, you gon' see body parts fly... like dropping an atom bomb
Ya'll faker than Halloween blood.. this 9mm holdin factory slugs
My weapons're knockouts; even the chopper got a sharp hook like a grappling gun
Hold heat like Cyclops shades, give you a high-top fade w/ Psylocke's blade
Talk shit, I'm cookin Pan w/ that cold metal - that's how you icebox Cake
Ya crew sweet as pie.. I got rounds that cost a hundred a slug
No pre-heat when I roll up on your boysenberry y'all fruitcakes under the crust
The fade rough.. get straight cut; that's a hard part
Coke cookin up, I walk around w/ my nose fulla dust; that's an aardvark
Have ya fam sleepin 20,000 leagues deep; I'm talkin tidal explosions
Only Delta waves they'll be feeling's when I crash their fucking flight in the ocean
I got the game in a Gracie hold - this bitch in Cruise control like Katie Holmes
Catch me in the street, masked up w/ them shells; that's Casey Jones
I got your crack fiend Trap Queen in my kitchen whippin the hardest
I had to introduce her to my stove 'cause that bitch's retarded
OG status.. the hype's infectious when ya'll see these bars smash
I'm certified from breathin life into these dummies, no CPR class
been itchin to pounce shit, u'd see fists to a mouth splits;
get bruised & left w/ more hook marks than the riddlers outfit
We click pistols.. silencer on the 9, getcha shit riddled
Guns & butter; potato on the biscuit, that's a McGriddle
don't see competition, just a buncha noobs I'm running through
Game recognize game; I feel like Jayceon Taylor staring at a buck, confused
open season.. I'm loadin pieces w/ red dots & homing beacons
You claim presidential, but no one fucking knows who you are like Grover Cleveland
My psyche's fucked.. put ya whole team on ice; Mighty Ducks
That 40 ringing on your block like the ice cream truck
Talk is cheap.. I'm on that God degree like divinity school
Carve a figure-eight in ya fuckin throat & watch your blood infinity pool
Crime business, no eye witness.. shots roar when I stretch the metal
Burner up in the briefcase, your whole top floor can get the memo
Shit's feelin like Dawn of the Dead, I was gone 'til November
But the champ's back; you faggots don't deserve an honorable mention
& I constantly pressure any opponent w/ a flawless offensive
King of the division, watch as every head in the tournament's severed
A thoroughbred born in the trenches w/ the strongest genetics
It ain't just a dominant gesture when I slaughter contenders like Conor McGregor
Bags wanna be Bronsolino.. I was finna chill, but fuck it, I'm gone
Oh, you like Action? Figures.. 'cause you play w/ 'em in the tub at ya mom's
My big homie chefin a lot, baking soda next to the kettle w/ rocks
Dog, ya name's Constrikta & you can't even wrap ya head around gettin a job
Aero can get it too.. the RPG I'm totin'll blast you out of ya home
Only Wall Street you'll see is the entire fuckin front of your house in the road
Shotty by the waist, I ain't fuckin w/ them tranquilizers
Talk shit & Big Poppa Pump flyin off the buckle like a Frankensteiner
Peep the highroller steez.. pyrokinesis, I'm a psycho unleashed
Keep a nine holstered, plus that chopper in the car like a Micro Machine
'm sealing ya fate.. Achilles heel, I'm really real; you a play gangster
We'll only see Chin strap when I fade him ear-to-ear w/ a straight razor
An immovable boss.. drive-by's & funeral plots
Catch me hangin out the whip w/ two pipes, no dual exhaust
My right gun's a Peacemaker, my left gun's a big chopper
I'm a lead dumper, wig shopper.. that's a head hunter; witch doctor
girl's a foul ho.. bitch goin down slow like the Dow Jones
Knock her mouth hole out cold, Head bangin off the buckle like Al Snow
Python strangler.. rearrange your atoms like an ion chamber
The iron banger put your feet by your head like a Lion Tamer
Straight head shots.. you talk wreckless, we bang them Glocks
& I put that shit on everything like Frank's Red Hot
Riot pump.. I'm in the streets like scare tactics & tear gas canisters
Mobbin on sets, plus the chopper on deck like an aircraft carrier
Your ass owe me money, I'm in your living room w/ the snub to ya jaw
Have your bitch screamin, "D-d-do-do you have it?!" right before I put your GUTS on the wall
Too many clones that found a name.. s'why I'm stayin out the game
Bunch'a Samuel L. Jackson ass niggas, all these "motherfuckas" sound the same
My swag lives forever.. keep the mask & Beretta w/ a flaskful of Devil's Cut
Plus, the strap where the weapon's hung got more rounds than Allen from Metal Slug

The Hammer loose & ringing,
Im bangin Superwomen. Orc got a Madam moving with him from Japan & two in Yemen
Ya man is stupid with 'em, & I stay switchin up that Bank Role like Janet Hubert-Whitten
Fuck a Bar I'ma grip Chrome
The hardest with Brimstone & u'll be Rolling if I Start Running like the Car in the Flinstones
Got Barbies banged.. & necks will get clocked bruh. My set is a Monster with Bacardi plans
I'm a Party man. U hardly BLAM! Have ya crew screamin 'GET TO THE CHOPPER' like Arnie Fans
In lamens I'm too fly. Insane with the moves guy, flow like Rain in a Blue Sky
I'd play Five Finger Roullete with the Blade of Battousai after a Table of Moonshine
There's no Revival, I'm the ONLY Rival. My techs move in haste n' by stealth
Fuck a Broken Idol, I wrote the Bible after Coke & Five Pills then Excommunicated myself
Let the ruckus flow: U going where the Dead Heading
I'm cooking dope - was at the Red Wedding during the Head Wetting & told Roose Bolton to fuck a goat
You'll never be witnessed with a pen of just mishits
don't needta *Slow It Down.* U need every rap slogan that ever existed plus one Helllll of a wish list
Duck if you step cuz Im fucked in the head, don't let the hole in it spook ya
I'd play Russian Roulette covered in Lead with a Loaded Bazooka after a Bowl of Sambucha
THIS man a Beast!? Fantasy.
I'm an evil Lord -- you a Keebler Dwarf with a bland physique
The heaters off: I'd squeeze n' torch a Ouija board 'til even Satan can't stand the Heat
You ain't got the Bones to speak. I'm the Coldest Priest, roaming streets ina Robe of Meat
I stole the Golden Fleece from a Roman Fleet all because I was Trolling Geeks while Cold in Greece
Im getting it now, Burden is cute.. taking Virgins in groups like Suburbias loose
Murderous too. Trust if 'my Heads in the Clouds' I'm conversing w/ Zeus over a Bourbon or two
I'm the Wordsmith on a Molly with hammer fist blows
.... ''Now you're First to Get this Body'' like what Adam was told when God was handling dough
It's quicksand when this bastard comes through,
I'll Master a coup. Disastrous dude. I once touched MC Hammer mid dance with HIS hand
They need a Banner all in red or a Camera on my head for putting an extravaganza on in text
Bars are soft as hell; you listen to Alanis Morissete both in the car and on cassette
I bring a Hammer for the set. Your Arms small, that's a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I'm totin' blammers that'd ghost Bin Laden, acting so Aladdin in a Sire's turban
I'm toasting Stalin in Copenhagen; the Iron Curtain's supplying Burden:
You're welcome for the fire wording
Orc's pensive with wordplay, armed with a Kenshin Reverse-Blade that'll leave heads a group
Did I mention that Burd's great? The penmanship's first rate....
I'm a Poltergeist of Walter White in an incredible crew that's set up to shoot
The caustic type with irreverent views. My dick Elephant huge.
I'm like Bob Marley. The Don Yardie.
No, wait.. I'm Tom Hardy. That's a Legend to you (in one helllll of a suit)
I'll turn up to ya Mom's party and be both clever and cute in my finest pair of leopard print shoes
I'm every gal's weakness; they leak fluid. This man's penis has its own beat to it --
Trust when I'm in the streets moving they play Val Venis' theme music.
& I take a Barbarian Selfie,
Ur manner is soft: when the Hammer is wrought, know the carrions plenty
Danaerys man will get offed... #NodisrespecttoBarristanSelmy
I'm Bombing so stay where da range is; this meth head'll be left black
It's common to have the Clay make u famous. I'm talking Celebrity Deathmatch
We know Ozil. I'm so real that when I type hymens move, it's light shit too
U vs Bison moves: U couldn't be Klose to a legend & I score more times than dude
The poll shows u nice w/ the Mentions? we'll see when the Wessons clear
U'll take a slide ina second. Now ya girl be Raiden the legend & we ain't talkn Metal Gear
Hollows don't knock twice. I'm a mad ripped Brad Pitt, bitches wanna swallow the cock right
You ain't THAT kid, SAVAGE. if Man get his Sack gripped... it's followed by ''Cough Twice''
I'm the Martyr of War. The heart of a Brawl.. leave man rabid & in parts on the floor
The rap addict, grab ya nan's Black wig 'Fly thru the air & take a Stab at it'.. no Darts in a Board
U trying to shoot often? Dude stop it. You'll die if you do cock it & lie ina Blue coffin
Wana lose ya Health. Well.. then Suit Yaself & we ain't talking Buying a New Closet
This bastards gay.. yo I ain't evil, I'm Hot. The feeble will rot with dreams of the top
Since u passed away, ya girl cut my pic & Masturbate -- they call me the Cream of the Crop
Ya girl love my wording as well. She said you nervous as hell
Ur Caucasian. No.. I said your Cock Asian, it whispers ''Sorry Father, I failed u'' & tries to murder itself
I'm the sickest Head, you'll be lifted dead. Orc's Heracles when the Herald speaks
I'll put an end to this Chicken Head.. & we ain't talking Preparing Feasts or Tearing Meat
U'll lay broken in defeat n' opened in the street. U emboldened w. retreat but it's dead wrong
I'll choke him in his sleep.. dump the body & Have him 'Rolling in the Deep' like Adelles song
It's the Tsar with these quotes, I'll rip apart a Hero just to arm the Heat scope
Sparkkk til he's smoke. Mark the beast's throat.
How this Spar gone be dope?! it's ORC vs Darker Ego times every Bar that he's Wrote
I'm at Benihana with ya Baby Momma dressed as Master Chief in Heavy Armour
I SHOULD clip the snaggle-teeth Manatee witha magazine...
...but fuuuck it I'm a steady charmer
This is Big Baby gone mad, man's killed in a second when the FINISH HIM beckons
The Switchblade is on hand but the Kick game is Hwoarang if we bringing that Tekken
I'm in Vegas sippin' with a thot like Mel B
Insane at spitting, my veins are different
As hotttt as Hell be.
Man like Thomas Shelby with the Razor hidden & the Gauge for gripping
Praise the women; I'm stillll stronger than Killmonger with the Double Blades
I've been Heel longer than a Summer day but my Steel somber as a Judges wake
The GOD flows sick: I'll bring all manner of pain like Sandor Clegane the sickest version
I had the hollows picked.. but you 'already got those Tips' when I fixed your wording
This is BANANAS... The clip too. Got the Hammer equipped to damage the kids crew
You'd need Ravishing Rick Rude, a Panther, a Schitzu, a Gat and like Six dudes just to FATHOM the slick moves
The fandom's legit, true. How sick can a kid be!? Vicious & filthy when moving the right hand
A Shooter with nice tan, even Richard Kuklinski wish he could pinch me, I'm cooler than Iceman

[Lindel]

Cutlasses eyes the storm from the in the hinges of the mighty deep
Eyes were deep, might of fleece; tight as jeans from the eyes of shiek
I exited the spaceship, when rage rips; a thousand tornadoes vortexed
Cortex, was my name against the win(d) Kevorkian is calling in
I am Cortex, vortex -- the conniving young soul killing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as I traveled to Hell, and locked horns with the devil
I am a immortal being; my formula was the time traveling of a person
I realized it could not be done, so I reality warped to Hell; and started curses
I am the night/knight in shinning armor; amore of a seventh seal
Reverend yield; for it is me; blessings and prayers; destiny's savior
I am THE MESSIAH, a pariah priests worst nightmare; light flares
Tight heirs/airs from the hinges of a min(d) that I reality warped in time
For I am the throne; I captured the castle by defeating the dragon
The teeth from the dragon was eating by the savages from the leagues of what's lavish
I am undefeatable, so as I take my sword to Yahweh.
I'll make sure that this world hasn't seen it's last day.

[Lindel]

I'm another wrapper better than you! SEVERING jews; corks and screws
HORDE THE JEWS -- so they can be GASSED like planet jackers
ACT AS MASTER -- the planet was pummled to bits by me
THE GOAT MC; I SLAUGHTERED THE GOAT FOR A GOAT PATTY FROM MCDONALDS(MC)
I am the niche' writer =--- biblical typer; every inch deeper
DEEPER THAN THE MARIANA TRENCH; like pizza dipping
BLITZBERH RIPPING WOMAN DO TO MY SHORTS; and shake their ass
BAKING GAS; taste the man; GASHES GAST; you couldn't SLASH WITH THE FASTEST MATH(CLASS)
I am CODE GEASS LOOKING ITACHI UCHIHA in the eye controlling the sharingan
BING! ONE/WON! you never won/one except age!!
SO HERE I GO; blitzberg attack on adolf hitler and his submarine
BUZZING CLEAN; succulent MC; i got mac donalds; like assinating president TRUMP
I'm taking a dump; i'm the shit -- taking a shit; taking a dump
DUMP TRUCK; takes the garbage out; like the world tournament of DBZ AND YU YU HAKUSHO(I WIN)
I am the niche' writer from the ORDER OF GUNS: FORFIET THE SUN
NARC KILLING SCUM: i wiped the scum off my shoes; with a fucking BLACK SHOE(ATTACK YOU)
I am the master of moments; killing components; fulfulling the notion
IF MY CALCULATIONS ARE CORRECT; I DI SECT; like dieing in JAK 2(ATTACK YOU)

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Panacea



1. Emily


one night I wander waywardly. Aimlessly along the rayless streets
past granite shanties, befogged by rain and sleet, not one warm nook to lay and sleep
then I find you. A curly little caterpillar, who'd crawled beneath the trestle
sleepy, nestled in the dying Whitlow and Shepherd's-Purse that streaks the pebbles
pipe still hot and redolent - your ring-less fingers scorched a coffee-hue
hair as black as fossil-fuel, a dog-eared shower curtain shrugged on top of you
the sign above the bar blinks apple-neon, one broke bulb is a crypt for the flies
you've pissed on your thighs, head cranked back and tilted, like you're kissing the sky
you're beautiful. Below the methane emissions that hang like a rainbow
i lay my head on this magnanimous angel, fall fast asleep in her halogen halo
she wakes. Her crystal eyes, they fall on me like breaking waves on sand
and when i kneel to present the rock, she doesn't hesitate to take my hand

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2. Tomorrow

dear Emily,

you left, i descended. Every time i close my eyes, i see the eels
bloated, black aliens ... wheezing with disease, more than even the streets can yield
their sweltry hide's like boiled kale, moist and pale - they're eating me
nowadays you're keeping clean, but I had no such grace bequeathed to me
i shan't lie. The sidewalk would be softer, if i had your hand to hold
had you not gone back to home, this concrete - would not be, quite so damp and cold
don't you remember? How we set into motion no fettering notion of honour or pride?
slinging rock on the side? - we were Ben Sanderson and Sera, we were Bonnie and Clyde
regardless, i still chalk my poems on the boulevard ... maybe you read them
it's like you always said, they make that little square of pavement an Eden
don't worry, i won't post this letter, it would only be fueling my sorrow
please love me. please love me.

yours truly,

Tomorrow

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3. Panacea

now you'll see me. You fucking robot, your garden is so sickly green
home so crisp and clean, ph-neutral soap, pro-plus, propane pumps and Listerine
crow bar up beneath the lintel - easy, simple, tears and splinters blend with the rain
it bends with the strain, the oak cracks, I hesitate - then remember the pain
the guardian comes - a shabby old Terrier, hardly a vessel of speed and strength
she's in less than decent health. But our eyes align and for a moment, i see myself
an LP hiccups under a needle, from buzzard to beetle, creatures preserved for exhibition
it's thin and brief; some inner peace - but there's no extradition from this mental prison
i creep up the stairs, my whitened knuckles lightly brushing the balustrade
i am afraid. But Emily, you said to me - you promised you'd never take your hand away
wherever you go the pain will follow
i'm just a bad dream, of course. But at least you've faced Tomorrow






Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

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Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

The Train Station.

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

This joker’s lost his marbles, it’s comically awful thinking I’ll “Marvel” at hype and glam
& I’ll “unleash Venom at Karnage thru the Web” til he’s Crying Uncle in part two of Spiderman!
You’ll disappear off Earth..just like Amelia Earnhart, your greatest failure is plane to sea
Talkin’ titles? “Mars made sure Karnage wasn’t displayed” like the aliens came in peace!
Able to rip Rev? Someone gave you a big head..til we see a guillotine, it’s off with your neck!
So as far as the ego goes, “In Karn, it’ll get crushed”, so he can really see his God in the flesh!
His sparks pathetic, you’re less online than the Amish, fuck all the fire your sentences start to credit
You won’t go to war, Ghandi gimmicks...watch! “Carn’ll lay in the pasture” like a sick farming fetish!
Accepted & now Karn’ll rue the gesture, give me the crown, clown! Start to cue the jester
Your performance is a joke..HoF? “Karnage shouldn’t be in that class” like a Martin Luther lecture!
We all know Tony put a Dark Mark on your record, it’s almost like Voldemort was tossin’ favors!
Beat til no brakes are left, ironic “Kar, Phax showcased your wreck”, like a known source for AutoTrader!
You’ve been known at least a while..for “bitch-made shots in title sequences” like Mona Lisa Smile
Humble pie? Give me a fuckin' knife, plus “Tony’s cut up a slice” without trips to a Frozen Pizza Aisle!!

Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this!
I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96!
My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope
Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!!
Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste!
Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place!
Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers!
Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career!
Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop!
As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox!
I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man..
Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan!

Equipped alien weaponery aimed directly at the planes trajectory
Traverse this plane wit telepathy; levitate out a blackhole wit a sign that reads...
"R.I.P Malaysia Flight 370"
Degree in chemistry; mix hydrocloric brews; Agent Orange and Blue
Watching Neigh Palm weapons big enough to turn the whole Vietnam forest floor a fluorescent hue
Mordors hordes weapons in view, fire at will; Admire the skill
aim skyward and reel; drag ya leader back to the frontline and funeral pyre the kill
Ya Lord Sire forreal; from start to finish I create and flow well
I'm even a motherfucking psychopath at the check-in... welcome to Bates Motel.
Mix Vodka, Kahula and Baileys - that's a recipe for disaster
Getting Drunk in Washington protesting funerals with Westboro Baptists after
You forced this laughter watch you grab ya throat vomiting
Addicted to holy water promethazine ready to accept Morpheus peace offerings
A cult following, popularity is the reason they rally
Describing my crew? the Term 'In' is Welcome... more than Walking Dead's season finale
Group Therapy session, psychiatrists diagnosis is clear
and the beast inside is starting to tick... Captain Hooks Crocodile is near

The Glock 9 that I'm grippin could start a bonfire.. I'll hog tie ya division
A dogfighter w/ SWAT sniper precision; my strong right'd make God cry in submission
W/ shots primed to go online in an instant, put the pistol-grip to ya neck
Rippin into ya flesh; the grimmest picture of Death's sickle swingin in synergistic effect
Constructin your fate w/ multiple blades I culled from the Ancients
Approach your city carryin the skulls of the vanquished like the hull of a slave ship
Summon the strength of Goliath.. hit like a Congo viper hocking saliva
Somalian pirate in the wake of Poseidon, my optical fibers like an Oculus visor
A locust swarmin out the lotus blossom, the wrong one to go to war w/
Ronin swordsman in cloaking armor like a Trojan horse full of Roman Spartans
A polar storm shiftin the global orbit, reached the pinnacle of lethal cynosure
My genes're sinister.. DNA print reads as genius literature w/ Nietzsche's signature
Brain fires impulses from pilot's controls.. process data w/ dire results
My mind make a diamond corrode; to write what I know'd leave you white as a ghost
Or w/ Meyer syndrome.. I'm Einstein if he wired his skull to a nitrogen bulb
A dynamo clone in a scientist's coat, deciphering rows of binary code

I'll take a fictional setting and rake the thistle and webbing
Nabatean idioms reckoned I'd face a zillion legends
To skate the literal tempests - my ancient friends wouldn't mention
Inept friars, protect ya neck fibers when I'm raving to GZA with clenched fists
Let's make it simple as Reddit; if Para & Saber's gripping the weapon
you're off to a rocky start boxin' with the old guard like Mason Dixon's obsession
Just taste the venom, accept it - Pagan riddles erected
If Kano's kissing your empress, each page is visual leverage
RESPECT my team. We ain't your average Aretha Franklin nipple suppressors
We came to give you a lesson, a statement issued to enrich or triple investments
Overhaulin' with no balls - couldn't even scrape the Michelin's melon
I'm eight parts phalanx, nine percent gold digger
Five percent 5-Percenter, cypher set stone slinger
Prescribing final deaths to idle lines of vets, no zingers
cause V's an unsympathetic, isometric cybersect CoHpe stickler
Megatron rebuilt by Chevy, the system's not gonna fall
The cinderblocks in my palms had Liston droppin' his jaws
Enough subtle teasing. No longer preachin' to Priory's
A fuckin' beast when I'm writing these on eternal scrolls of summer evening ivory
Another creature entirely with another creature inside of me

[Lindel]

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