I'm all fulla magic,
bi-polar. half sadness
half manic.
psycho somatic,
rhymes dynamic.
had a bad past, but I passed it.
like a glass dick,
I see these cats is smoking weed.
poutporries...
but all they do is watch tv and go to sleep.
blast it!
I'd rather be out playing in traffic,
than live a vapid life of static.
I'd rather blast it with a semi-automatic,
than hafta constantly sharpen my madness.
it's tragic to see people trapped in that sadness.
Imma live nomadic. travel the galactic.
fuck organic, Imma pop in lysergic acid.
Mad hat tricks without even glancing.
I'm a kill the rabbit,
lure it carrot and the cabbage;
and I'll smash it.
I'm a applique on the fabric.
I'm the glaze on ceramics.
I'm the money in the attic.
I'm the rubber in elastic.
Gymnastic, acrobatic.
Synaptic.
I'm breaking out this plastic.
Mold is old as flat bread.
sniper for hire,
find on me a flyer,
money through the wire,
got an assassin flow
sat in the grassy knoll,
the black chateaux,
Dallas, exactly 51 years ago.
gat stuck in a art portfolio,
the soldiers wouldn't know.
release the death blow.
the ghastly ghosts tap into my flow,
gaseous acid melt the skin off my skull.
nazi generallisimo.
Unlocked the hair pin
Kidnap the chair man.
American terrorists
swallowin' mexicans like mescaline.
Earring fell into the herring.
Steering the ferry into pier,
We fearing the peril.
Went from feral to kennel.
Eclipsed the solstice.
Shut ya lips and focus.
Riga mortis to hocus pocus.
Anubis to horus.
Daedelus to icarus.
Limericks is gibberish.
intermixed like licorice.
I speak intricate
like mandarin
flip a wig
ya cancerous
I can't stand ya persnickety shit.
the vision is flipped.
I persist. the world flipped.
the world's at my finger tips.
The gambit was a veto,
the gamble wasn't feeble.
sippin cappucinos at the casinos,
watching capos and pacinos
playin' them c-notes, in tuxedos.
Sopranoes to lucky luciano.
Rocky Balboa to rambo.
Thousand pound boa to scare crow.
Dare devils attack risk,
from the blackness, the plastic tipped.
White doves flew into the hat tricks,
comin' out as black fuckin falcons.
pigeons stuck like mollasses.
phoenix come up from the ashes.
You putting on shackles when you hop dem band wagons.
I ain't exactly a free man, but I'm laughing. cackling at your wack shit.
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