A Deadman's Spitz- SCAR'S RECLUSE

[dead man]

You see,

Scar sullied the circle of life with his hyena pack's vagrant ellipse
Sunshine hides - its guise is of a pagan eclipse
Look beyond parental doting to where Satan exists
in algorhythmic form that not even the Matrix resists
as Agent Smith's throne morphs into where Damien sits
Center stool, alpha swag, bitches beggin' for dick
Alzheimers jargon strokes peeling paint from her lips
Trinity...nebuchadnezzar Neo, Morpheus schizo chrome
Olympic feat: obelisk of Theodosius' hippodrome
even leaders are led, son, and his was by the will of Rome...
Y'all softer than pillow foam, I soul flow sketch with the lead
extract beautiful memories from homeless wretches I've fed
black hole journey, honestly didn't stretch to my death
but time travelled - the colors added a edge to my breath
Testaments read: "SPITZ is right, science speaks from the foulest chest
Black holes aren't killers - I went in and met the tootsie roll owl instead
not as insidious as gay werewolf howling gets."
Keep living - money, women, sour burning in white owls and techs
Sexual energy transmutation, cursing ink quill on the prowl for sex
Rorschac blot...
a picture of me - maniacal laugh, throwing in the towel in jest

powder inject, for an hour or less. spoon & a rope
cubic zirconium, half human half opiate. super lucid approach
lucy looser than most. this floozy knew she provoked
a mutant, mutilant, gross - grotesque, illusory notes
used to indulge my psyche using beautiful quotes
wrote em down. computers broke when i tried viewing the post
so fuck it, flying higher than jet fuselage coasts
first-classy as a motherfucker, usually coach
i'm truly a hoax. juxtaposing inconclusive and final
our music is tribal. hip-hop will see it's future in vinyl
we all revolve according to the usual cycle
but every human is vital. there is no group in survival
there are no idols. only animals are better than you
watch me prove it, holding circumstantial evidence true
spiteful, angry, paranoid. i'm negative, blue
forgot who i was writing as a testament to
maybe GG Allin. Joseph Stalin. Eminem, Wu
rocking letterman jackets over my skeleton suit
i'll be here for years to complement your wretched abuse
log on to change your brain into a vegetable / fruit
now take a sec to recoup,
as New York Spitz a ball of phlegm in your soup
i'll crescendo to an ending point. is death a recluse?









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