Unfiltered thoughts pt.2

 Said I'm still writing, that's why they feel frightened. 

Tell Mount Olympus they're fucking with a real titan. 

If they say any disrespectful shit? I will strike 'em. 

Pow, right to the kisser. 

Take flight, with a fixer.... upper. 

It's another solid arrival for y'all trying to draw for the title 

So, call me your idol. 

You wanted an eyeful of raw, ah, I'll stick it all in your pie-hole. 

Break your jaw with a strike so... devastating

You'd think Kimbo Slice threw it... 

Yeah, took the jaw of yours n' punched right through it!
Looked through the other side of the hole and then widened it, more... 

Left the inside of it, sore. 

Ripped your ears off — you thought it was quiet before (smh) 

Silly you. But really, dude, I've been bored. 

Writing on forums doesn't have the same magic, so I'm migrated...

For no other reason, than igniting that fire

I've stored, inside of my core. 

Doesn't have the kickback like it use to. 

Kept the socket wrench in my pocket, since I've got some screws loose. 

And the whole woodshed in the back of my mind. 

Imagine the woodchipper from Fargo, when I'm rapping a line

I don't believe you actually heard me — I said I'm wrapping a lion...

Tell GG Allin he wasn't as nasty as I am 

The antithesis of classy; compliant. 

I blame the rap catastrophe for manufacturing Zion

So fascinating, it collapses the passage of time with

I'm past debating with cats relating their facts 

To some sect of religion, n' falling into the Atheist traps

The same way culture-vultures adopted our heritage, to ingratiate blacks

Which hasn't been lost on us in the slightest, yet they say to relax. 

What should I relax for? Forget a rap war.

There aren't reparations to receive when your privileges have been back-doored. 

Acting like I don't see the chains. 

Pay for your words — this isn't a free exchange. 

Refuse to read the script of the telegraph 

Got the battle scars on my avatar, going to hell and back. 

Me and my faculties are well-intact

When my options as a black man were being dead, or selling crack. 

You tell me what representation would've made sense? 

Go fight a war, when we don't even know who we're waging against. 

Played the game from every angle you can play it, I guess

Went to "Massah's" grave and did everything, outside of paying respects. 

Feel full, yet my soul's sleep deprived... 

Looking at me, trying to keep alive

Got my conscience on the shoulder — don't even know how he's alive. 

Looking at me, big, beady, eyes. 

The waves aren't as crazy, until you see it rise. 

 

Unfiltered thoughts

Ladies and gents, this page is intense. 
Kind of amazing, how I've played to my strengths.  
Out of the diameter of the radius's lengths
Greedy motherfuckers better pay me my thanks — I've earned it
....By gauging the ranks, n' seeing them climb
Repeatedly, I'm the only reason they believe in the sign. 
See, the season's defined the preliminaries from the beginning
So, I don't want you to come in here, thinking
It's Reindeer Games when there's change... 
It messes with your mind, until you hear things
Translucent isn't what I'd use, but they're clear kings
Under the desk of the marionette, appear strings
The Man in the Iron Mask, has been assigned the task 
To kill the actors they've tried to cast 
That's why I ask, if it's really an alcoholic hiding behind the flask 
Or a trained assassin? He wasn't skilled
Yet they found a way to cast him. 
He didn't have the script, yet stilled made the play, with passion. 
See the way they're grasping at straws for having to draw
On their data captions... 
I prey on the silhouette of the mainframe collapsing
Only to see The Architect of it all, has the same reaction 
What's truth, objectively? 
When you got to deal with perception, respectively 
To the depths that they let you see? 
Nothing but societal constructs, collectively...
Got us gasping for breath, 'cause we ...nearly — almost — forget to breathe!
Yeah, transplant me the emotions, to care... 
For this onslaught; I hope they're prepared. 
Eating out of the hand — am I supposed to be scared? 
I only speak for those that are aware
Seeing the reflection of oneself, as they're close to a mirror
Holding the sacrificial crosses they have chosen to bare
The scales tip one way — it wasn't supposed to be fair
Got grown folks in your ear, telling you, "You're the shit!" 
How about endorsing a corporate slogan that's more legit? 
So forward-leaning towards your script, it's unfortunate
You can't think for yourself... 
Before, you'd rip on the notion of a crippling devotion
To any one cause... now? 
Your political leaning's, critical. Even... indoctrinating you
in it for reasons escaping your biblical legions, of miserable heathens
Fast forward to present day.... 
You work for a higher cause, but defy the gods on your resume
I'm here to present to you, what you had meant to say... 
Before you castrated your views... 
Can't even talk about podcasts, 'cause that place is confused. 
Looking for anything fact-based they can use
A bad place for Ad' space & abuse, for cats that lack taste, in the news. 
The giant slumbers for an entire summer
And you wonder why the pariah's come for me
Like a slingshot from Bart n' yell, "Aye Caramba!" 

'Cause we are forever marred by 

The visual, and mental, representation of the dark side. 

Stuck on that abandoned park slide

Got me vertigo — throwing up in the car ride

Been on the stool so long, the stoolies call me a bar-fly. 

The Ringo's of the world, got me Starr-eyed

Hard, I know those who spoke of good times, have so far, lied. 

Streams of consciousness part 1

Thought of coming back... run with that... 
Felt like... I had been actually done with rap
Then something hit me, maybe an epiphany... 
Instantly dished that decision.... 
Jumped back in the ride, switched the ignition... 
Sometimes I ponder if I leased this baby?
Whether or not they'd forgive me for setting up shop
And returning it in a different condition
'Cuz I have a crippling addiction to music
I crush it, like a Ritalin prescription n' sniff it, while twitching...
My pupils dilate... before hitting my system
And then, some how, I come out this slumber, with infinite wisdom... 
Infinite? Perhaps a proportionate dose... 
Of course I encroach on their territory...
Especially when I hear their story
Clearly mourning a forceful approach... 
A conduit, opening the door for its host... 
I've been born with this metamorphosis...
— Post-mortem; It soaks... deep in my soul 
So, if you notice this source of animosity I have for 
Any cats tripping the synapse to a battle rap war?
Just understand your ...candor, doesn't feel genuine..
It's unsettling... I took writing n' elevated to a place it's never been...
Poke daggers in your string theory — the benevolence 
It takes, to grace the board with the pen, it just... 
Penetrates your head, with intelligence... 
MI6 taking notes... they're incredulous 
But understand The Phantom Menace is... 
Simply the best to have ever lived... 
Drop intravenous drips, inside of the pond... 
No matter what side I am on... 
I've earned favor — Street Fighter facade... 
A combination of Guile & 'Rog... 
See the incandescent eyes, peering at you, inside of the fog... 
Wondering why Superman's trying to fire, at Zod... 
What would the military have attempted to do, prior to Claude?
When the war continues to relinquish ground
Who's to tell them their desire, is flawed? 
 Just admire a god, merciful enough for the empire, to nod...
Rather then send subs... and fire up logs
To simply keep the peace... they've removed the chains
Yet it ain't enough to free the beast... 
The contract will need to be signed, in blood. If we agree, at least. 
Yes, I'm old. Forget I'm still a victim to my vices
And it's control. Shoot down my first triumphs...
Those are amateur goals. 
Enough fire power to fill the granite, with holes. 
A thing of beauty for the inanimate souls...
Wondering if reality came with a filter, if you'd be standing opposed
Or waiting in the line, so they can hand you a rose? 

 

 

 

 

Sleepy, I can't deny it... tired, wretched... Yet fully alive as soon as I am messed with... Realized that time is precious.... the mind, it meshes with time, between rhyme and sentence. So try to test this if, by some flawed design, the message that I've pressed by ya elicits some kind of death-wish, then I respect it.

Word, it's nothing to me....
Janitor walking around just fumbling keys; stumbling, geez.
What's hot? 600 degrees...

Far as I'm concerned, that's a comfortable breeze...
I need it hotter... if it's less than the Suns rays, don't even bother.
i said -- DOG -- I NEED IT HOTTER...
Jesus, please heat this pot up... I want my skin to melt
As soon as I touch it... enough heat that you can combust with..
And who the fuck said I was losing my touch, bitch?
Who the fuck is so in-tune with their stuff it loses its substance?
Comes back n' uses you to adjust it?
Shit, if I use it, it must fit... that's elasticity...
Rap vividly. That's what you cats giving me.
So many raps in the key that you detach, physically.
Then, I put you back together like a broken puzzle piece...
Cover ground from around any spot it doesn't reach...
Shockwaves ripple through your room, like a sonic boom...
Probably knew, as soon as you saw, that it's an iconic tune...
If Art of Dialogue can ask Suge about Keefe D...
Please believe the Devil in a Blue Dress ain't want peace with me
Fuck it, to be Frank for a second, I've been gone for a minute..
Back from the dead they said, since you wanted a clinic...
Dealing with cognitive dissonance n' probably don't give a shit
About you, honestly. Wallabies wannabe Christopher Wallace, please
STFU.... unless... you're Ready To Die?
*Click-Click* I hope you said your goodbyes
Big Dreamers like The Scarecrow, with their head in the skies(disguise)
Rather be specific with you, as you generalize
These anesthetic decides my mood when the doc is out of medic supplies
I'm more grumpy... running the Digital Underground, before Humpy...
Metaphors strike a cord to make you more comfy...
I'm looking like I've scored lunchmeat. Less jump scares in this movie of mine...
I prefer horror of a dubious kind...
Whatever these film critics choose to define gruesome, it's fine.
Just when you thought Jason died too many times
You gonna find I'm one retcon away from LOSING MY MIND...
Need a bloodhound to follow the trail...
Beat your ass on a sample sized palette, then have it modeled to scale.
Shit, you created a fantasy where your Gods can prevail
But paled to logic n' failed. To be honest...
Tony Hawk is a snail compared to how far I am off of the rails
The Boogeyman that they talk of in tales.
Tired of not getting my props.... executives watch
From their skybox seats of me, setting up shop...
They say the rent is due... if the door is open then you can let him through...
I left a lot of shit off the table, because it was stuff I was getting to...
A conscience they never knew...
If that wasn't bad enough, they gathered up to get a better view...
There's a certain understanding to expand your horizon...
The plan is surprising the audience
and presenting something that your fans wanna vibe with
Sleepy, I can't deny it... tired, wretched...
Yet fully alive as soon as I am messed with...
Realized that time is precious.... the mind, it meshes
with time, between rhyme and sentence.
So try to test this if, by some flawed design, the message
that I've pressed by ya elicits some kind of death-wish, then I respect it.
Don't give a J.D baby-faced fuck bout it
Breaking the 4th wall, because this board, dog, is crowded...
And I've warned y'all about it... not sure why you're heeding it, now..
Better believe it, we're the unseen demons y'all been reading about...
In your teen dramas... walk in the direction where we see lavas...
All you got to do is, give me a soapbox to key off of...
Uh... said I threw a right, like Tyson did when he threw the fight...
Take your shock value...pfft... not enough to ignite...
If I took your false positive.... n' do it right...
Plug it into a light that exemplified your fakeness? I would lose my life.

Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers... That's before the computers cornered their users In a systemic war in supporting abusers By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...

 

Fuck looking for signs, I create them.... here's one, for instance...

Shine light into the eyesight of one who rinses
their thought process with skewed beliefs...
See the stare of the nationalist, looking through the sheets

That's the altitude that I choose to reach
I drop a rudimentary only a few can teach
The same reverence as the Pope has accomplished to a priest...
Or whatever it is to you geeks; not that I'm counting...
Bring rivers of worship to outweigh the drops in your fountain
I mean, I drop it down...
So, if it isn't to much to ask, I'm asking you not to drown.
Conversely, remain in place. 'Cause it isn't safe to hop out, now.
Agnostic for awhile. Couldn't ignore it, for long.
I wasn't dead, at least not yet - I guess the mourners are wrong.
Incense is in the air, I came prepared wit' a nose clip...
See your one dimensional plain tilt down - that's how my foes, slip.
Didn't think I no-ticed?
Jaws get dislocated if ever throwing a closed fist to your homie - I DON'T MISS.
"You lil' broke bitch - thought you're getting a fast one.
Told you to break a leg, which is why you died on your last run.
Literary device, mate.
Did an ollie, while I was watching the, price skate...
As political adversaries incite hate...
I'm the type of evil they don't talk about in their inner circles
Lived what I spoke, ensure that your family was in 'fore hitting curfew.
It's my worldview, n I'm kindly asking you get out of the way
Kids went sabbatical, as I was chowing my prey
Give meaning to what you didn't have the power to say but now, it's OK. (it is)
You can say it. (Go). Here, I'll say it with you.
Pray for my prey, magazines spray a pay-per-issue.
Pain fray in the same way as the mainframe delay... I wish you-
Nothing but good fortune, or get ripped away like a paper-tissue.
Destiny binding by rope... theory of design
as minds align in the scope... you can tell its neurotic nature, by the approach.
Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers...
That's before the computers cornered their users
In a systemic war in supporting abusers
By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity
n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...
Yep, I'm back again. Adorned in a red leather jacket, wit' the matching timbs
They talk bad on that? And I'm snatching limbs-
From bodies.. shit's probably the realest...
You'll be knocking on my door when you talk of guerillas....
Spots lift octaves to sit on top of their pillars...
Watch it drop to the ground to topple you lil office 'cause now I'm wanting the crown... (give it)
Might as well hand it over n' be curtsies.
Massage the neural muscle; Roman gods couldn't work these...
One of my first keys in a while, let it birth siege
The verse reads: I'm blessing you with the clips, if you nerds, sneeze...
I chew the brain... go through the root where only a few remain
Reducing you to the single view of a username
What else can I do to explain to you lames
Count Dooku/Hugo Strange. Breaking you 3 dollar nigga's into some change
Dreamworld, got me floating on lucid strains
Love hurts - I've been dodging the cupid's aims...
It's not for a lack of trying, though.
Tell him I'm thinking high, but I'm flying low...
Ye' beats play each A-track, so I'm riding slow.
Died awhile ago; an affirmation of what's to come, willingly.
Deprive me of all the oxygen in the world, n' still I breathe
Give life to a race of exuberance, let it echo beneath
24 hour grind; shift paradigms when I'm expected to sleep.
Your lil records, is weak.... fucking fluff piece.
Dropped your Manga arc, then I snuffed it with One Piece
Now the story is com-plete.
Bunch of old farts searching for me, n' done peaked.
Over the hill... their run, had a sobering feel.
Frozen in time, my blood runs cold with an emotional chill
For those whose pasts are their only appeal
What other merch are you going to shill?
You paid for your words, that's why I am holding the bill...
The autobiography of the greatest... you know it's the deal
Especially when your lifetime is less than my moment, instilled...

Scrutinize your teams lies told on a scope, of which... Those that can't mentally cope with its hold have their own, affixed. Go to places known, as myths. Culturally biases, where no ethical roads, exist. Become infrastructural landmines too grandiose to pose a risk

Take a step back from it so I can comfortably breathe
Assassinate your character if you really want something to grieve...
I bare the burden of a crosses weight...

Couldn't eat the food for thought, lying across my plate.
Guess I'm too embossed in my agnostic faith
World views too hard to discern...
Logic that's learned as a byproduct of modern dogma, confirmed.
To vertically 'cause your walled-garden, to burn...
Walk among the ashes like a rising phoenix...
A muse surprised by the unbridled genius...
Scrutinize your teams lies told on a scope, of which...
Those that can't mentally cope with its hold have their own, affixed.
Go to places known, as myths.
Culturally biases, where no ethical roads, exist.
Become infrastructural landmines too grandiose to pose a risk
Walk on Jesus water....
Spiritual boundaries we bother to procreate for the beliefs we harbor...
Use these keys to alter the realities they thought up...
Press my thumb to the page...
Wonder if they can see the wallowing, under the rage
Act as a failsafe to disarm those dumb enough to engage...
Don't subscribe to the red pill ideology...
My philosophy is that either side will try accosting me
As a way of perpetuating their underlying prophecy...
'till I have a hand go right across their cheek... your time, is obsolete.
Spit lies as you got to eat the Apple of obsolescence
Set fire to whatever you got, in penance.
Attempting to dissuade or deny.
Singing sweet nothings that you had no way to provide
Against an army of followers who decided they would stay to your side

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

 Uh, fine cloth....

A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts...
From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops.
You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not?
When you can die, suicide, by Cop.
Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs...
No way he could compete...
He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it
How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow
It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down...
Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped.
Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous
Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct...
They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you...
However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'.
And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class
I mean like an officer, punching through glass.
Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on the dash.
Two weeks later, that's how long it took to discover your ass.
All your see is a melted skeletal puddle, in grass.
Said you were trying to reach for your weapon.
The undercovers, keeping you guessing.
The streets is like geography, they're only trying to teach you a lesson.
Talking to the priest, who has a seat, in confession.
The intersection of politics... acknowledge it.
Shot your neck; Charlie Kirk, talking, with college kids.
That's all it is. A consortium of screens, seen, in your fallen grip.
Now, watch it slip. Flip on the TV box and it...
Flickers like The Poltergeist. Nah, that's an oversight.
Especially when I throw a right.
I'm not the man you should go in fight.
Dynamite on the steps of the cathedral, reading: "don't ignite".
You don't, yet it still explodes, on sight.
Lose your limbs faster than you can lose your house, to a foreclosure.
Banksy images of a soldier, on a war poster.
Tomorrow ain't promised, but this fist is, once it is more closer.
Go to great lengths to polish this machine gun...
You wanted freedom, not knowing what it takes to achieve it.
Well, it starts with looking in the face of a genius...
An anarchist. Watching the wax from a candle, drip.
Onto your brain... the picture, is scandalous.
However, it's straight from the manuscript...
A manifesto of Karl Marx, written onto a handkerchief
Yet, can't be deciphered... live on the razors edge?
You can have a chance, in this cypher.
An equal temperament, predisposed to a man that's this hyper?
Can only mean one thing.... he will become king.
I accept gluttony... seriously, what can love bring?
Aside from pain and agony, you cast away so casually
It's gratifying to witness a mind that is designed to be vicious....
Guess it's a sign of your interest to try to get with this
I'd strongly advise against it... lives are at risk
Every time that I comprise a sentence...
Ride with a kind of unbridled vengeance, only quantified in a flick.
A thorn in your side, n' you wonder why I am a prick.
Indian Red Boy died, recording live, in his whip.
Bullets tore through metal, no surviving that shit.
He tried to muster a breath... yet, quickly succumb to his death...
Too many options, you don't really know which one to suspect...
When you have so many enemies...
They come in, with sets. All of them, are a threat.
You're watching it, gravitating towards the show... as it runs, on the net.
Funny how that works, he lost a life.
However, to the viewer, they will come and forget.
You sociopaths, can only grasp this hole I'll leave for rowing your casket.
Yeah, the hole in it, is massive.
Homie, I only roll with Galactus. The destroyer of planets.
Crush galaxies, inside of my palm.
Wonder who will survive, once I arrive with a calm... demeanor.
I know Death, if you want to meet her.
You'd probably seizure. Cool.
The cusp of Evil? No. The entirety of Evil, use...
A proclamation of mayhem to leave these fools, in the evening news.
Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels?
He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord.
Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board.
Watch the impact break through the floor
And completely shatter your foundations support.