Streams of consciousness part 1

 Uh... 

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.

Shock value I drop can make a corpse do the electric slide Enough electricity to make a Tesla ride, for a petrol guy. I like my calm low, n' my death toll high Reckon I recognize you can see my imagery through the extra slides Since I specialize in putting your brain matter all over the wall, like projector slides

Next to mine? Tell 'em, get in line.
Searching for confidence they will never find
I read a rhyme they dropped...
They looked petrified...
Well, you get to die. I'm telling you, it's whatever death decides.
Shock value I drop can make a corpse do the electric slide
Enough electricity to make a Tesla ride, for a petrol guy.
I like my calm low, n' my death toll high
Reckon I recognize you can see my imagery through the extra slides
Since I specialize in putting your brain matter all over the wall, like projector slides
Teacher there, standing, in shock...
Go to the blackboard, hand 'em the chalk n' demand that he talk.
"You're still teaching, bitch.
However, I assure you, whatever's in your curriculum? Won't be as deep as this.
You see this fist? (points towards it) read my lips
No, no. I mean like this (fists raise)
And I believe in equality, so you'll probably get some even hits
Mix it in like greens in a petri dish; it's my 'Seasoned Mix'.
Hungry, huh? Let me feed you 'diss."
I wasn't always this way. But you started talking, then aye...
I lost control, n' you got popped in the face
That pop went up like a rocket, in space.
WOW! Check the velocity. I want respect — I'm not accepting your modesty.
I got to question it, honestly.
Except, accepting this loss from me.
Better take it and go. Or face this awakening that is taking a hold
Of your creationist mold
You lil Darwinists, are hard to miss.
Whether secular arguments or the mute points that you bargain with.
I've observed your armor, it's...
Not exactly hard to reason that you aren't equipped...
Otherwise, you'll lose yourself...
These aren't "random" neurons, firing; here's more clues, for help.
Drop scattered brain theories hoping to gain your elusive wealth
Nobody's trained... to walk over the shrapnel, on the golden terrain
The load of its impact has you going insane
Bolo, unchained; Double Impact for you Van Damme's
They tell you to break a leg, then fail to see the irony...
When you can't stand.
The dance with the Devil, is marquee
Broken heart's bleed, yet my demeanor is colder than Markeith's
Eye for an eye, a guy that's the affirmation of shark's teeth
You start beef, n these hands will break you down, to the dark meat.
Break it down like Don Cherry — can y'all hear me?!? (hello?)
Keep these bombs near me in case they wanna go where Saddam's buried.
Yeah, Hussein they got the juice?
If they truly knew who Bishop was, then they're talking truth.
As dangerous as Q was when he had him, dangling, off the roof.
These jewels I rock, can move a block or two.
The doves fly when I enter, like Alonzo Harris was walking through
...The spot; alarm's go off, with no cock-a-doo
Cock-a-doodle. Pop your noodle off, if I'm talking to you.
Walk up like, "You got the juice, huh. I can tell that you don't got it, do you?"
Send shots at a registry that can level a plane...
Said, I send shots that can level a plane, better than Bane.
"You merely adopted the aura, I was born in it".
Nordic wit' the same F1 formula Ford equipped
Don't got torn to bits over some Christopher Dorner shit.
Lord help whomever enters this covert boarding trip
Hunting prey... sign outside the forest reads: "Come and play"
Step inside? Some would say you won't live to see another day.
That's cool, what I'd do to you make you not want to live, anyway.
My resume's sole employment is "kicking ass" and then getting paid.
So, the fuck do I need a resume for?
If I want a job in a recession, I'll just take yours.
RIP to Chuck Norris, I'm here to carry the legacy.
Roundhouses. My foot to your face is the only legacy
Roundhouses, like the HOA president.
Said I'm roundhouses, like I never rent.
Uh. I said I live that cold life.
There's two sides to every story, n' mine is both right.
So, shut the fuck up n' respect the authoritah...
Forget this forum, 'brah. Far as boards, I'm recorded law.
And I lay the pipe, if your girl getting sexy, hell.

She went down faster than the camera near Epstein's cell. 

That's not a joke, 'cause I am. Seth Brundle, coked from a gram... in a leather jacket Betting over a grand.... of dough, to a man — in an arm wrestling competition, that is going to plan. He's holding it so close, it broke the bone through's hand... Then it's over — the exposure caused the locals, to scram!!!!

 Maze running.... graced it wit' grade A+ piff — kept the place, buzzingI stay sonning... in case Drummond wishes to go fo' the erase button...

Different strokes for different folks, I can dig it...
Ace in the hole, n' I know that their livid...
I went for the goal n' I hit it...
So, if that's being overcommitted, homie, I'm with it.
It's over, we loaded the Corolla. The Civic?
Totaled — got towed in the minute, before we were in it.
Holding onto an emotional pivot
Find yourself freefalling to reality, where...
You can be freefalling, for a thousand of years.
Diaries. Many diaries.
Not sure why, to me, they're idle keys.
Binders for their overlords they try to please
Maze running, with Rob Zombie.
But, "I'm tired, boss.", like John Coffey.
That's not a joke, 'cause I am.
Seth Brundle, coked from a gram...
in a leather jacket
Betting over a grand.... of dough, to a man —
in an arm wrestling competition, that is going to plan.
He's holding it so close, it broke the bone through's hand...
Then it's over — the exposure caused the locals, to scram!!!!
DAMN... it's agonizing to see self-aggrandizing beliefs
From "stans" that are deriding my feats
The same stans who grew up in the suburbs, yet...
Using slang, standardized in the streets... (LOL)
And it's why I'm at a peace... with it all
Fans lying to reach.... the pinnacle of this climate
with weak... rhymes in their speech, that's devolved.
Never mind whatever they're saying
It's stuck inside their peripheral...
Get a different view; find a conscious to slip into
Uh... team building exercise? I'm detaching your head...
We're doing trust falls? then... trust fall into this casket, instead.
Yeah, that's what I said. I know you like analogies
Well, you ain't the sharpest tool in the back of the shed.
Vladmir Putin — two shots to the back of the head
Then come back with a third one to make sure that you're actually dead.
"He committed suicide" I ensure the crowd...
(Checks something) OK, didn't hit my word amount.
So, I turn around....
Spin the block, see your crib, n' then burn it down...
While you're still inside of
Fire, was beautiful. Tried to get a view of you, hiding into your room.
Barely alive, n climbing into a tomb.
Got a nice comfy box shape, just as the doctor ordered.
STEAMBOX supporter of a generic thought disorder
Know Taut a warrior, so watch who you're talking over...
Patna, pour your... crown royal out for the ones about to become
Statistics for the crown, when I'm done. Around, since 2001.
Browsing for some'n...
Um... draw a blank, fill the circle in.
If they don't want to be assertive, what's the purpose then?
Working in worthless anti-commercial trends
Hoping to usurp this pen, will be curtains — fin.
"The end"... roll credits.
Directors cut, homie? No edits.
Raw and uncut for the whole premise
And if you don't get it?
Then I know that yo' bone-headed. So, dead it. (PO-THETIC.)
Had an inkling Big Brother would save the day?
Nah, let Agent K flash the pain away
with the Men In Black gadget razor blade.
Verses been provocative since GG Allin
See, we styling. It's a matter of forethought...
'fore a board drop, for easy styling.
Head and shoulders with these older MC's
You won't see me drowning
Squares in the circle, no worth to ever be around 'em...
Foundations break when they needed grounding...