Chill Jazz

[veritas]

I’m the Vinnie Paz of fusion jazz.
In a Civic hatch where the muse is stashed.
The subliminal star witness masked.
With enough balls to call satan on his trash.
Like it’s my Job for a debating match.
Shoot.
I’m the John Stockton of neurotoxin.
On the court of dreams with lucid schemes.
Hot boxing the dogecoin stock option with ease.
My flows off in the breeze with the height of some trees.
Statements of relations through conceptual degrees.
Angles ya feel meV