NiceWithThePen

My hands like a deck of cards, make a face, fold. The best playwright to date, is the story that ain't told. My reality might as well be the greatest show... Way to go from underground to play, on the radio... From stages, know my tongue's a serrated blade that's paraded, so You say the wrong thing, I'm fileting your lil brain, fa' show... I ain't playing, yo, big budget mayhem, like HBO The case is cold? Nuh-uh, I say the word n' the case get's "closed". And just in 'case', they 'case' the joint... I take this blade, anoint your face with the business end of that motherfucker, to make a 'point'. Now, here's the other point. Did you see it? Look again... you're bleeding. Minutes turn into seconds, you're blacking out - lights, receding. Your limbs go numb, major organs shutting down, needing More blood, n' agonal breathing. Then, I'll look for a rope to strangle you, meaning... if there's a small ...

Word, crack a head open to see the throne it conceived.... Give homie only a moment to breathe Killed the game, sanctimoniously... Kids peeping through the blinds, watching the accident... Smack a cat so fast that not even Flash could've captured it... Firestarter like, "That was lit". If they have a chip on their shoulder, they better package it. Or I'll rip their lil' ass, to bits. Narrator like, "And not a scrap was missed"... Blessed like blowing a manufactured kiss, from the Pastor's lips Yeah, class dismissed. This is a field day. So much food for thought, that I use this box as a meal tray. You see this cypher? It's the real prey. Get killed like, see the spilled brains... So deep that if you were numb, you will feel pain Not in the game no more, but I still train. For 'real, sayin' I can kill Bane wit' this ill slaying Drop nothing but hits... serving cats, I should be getting all the customer's tips... All about my busine...

That goes for the well wishers, wishing for help... Have 'em run faster than Michael when Joe Jackson lifts up his belt... Straight up offensive shit... a chip off the old mental block... Disclaimer: don't blame me for what this pencil jots Wait. Don't blame me for what these keys, type... They wanna be heir, but can't breathe life... Then shit goes 'left', yet only seems 'right'... Can get a little dizzy, getting to these heights... See these dykes, walking dollar signs, waiting to be priced... Stomp a mudhole n' em, leave a shoe, stuck... Out here, getting my dues, but... Kids outside doing everything, aside from the truth stuff... The truth hurts.... but not harder than a kick to the face... If the kick came first, you'd probably take the truth and try to switch it in place... Lose all your teeth faster than you lost your money in crypto... You put 2K in it - that wasn't a flip, though. That was your life savings... your whole Casa Bonita ...

  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...

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 ...

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 trip...