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Honesty of Comics Set Free

What pigs bathe in?
I bust a jig and wave in.
I just rig and save sin.
I must not wig out but rave my whims!

If unjust to rot I figure I can STARVE it thin.
And the crust will fall like it was nicked,
With a LATHE to trim!
To CARVE my sins into something to SPLARGE and spin

I don�t drop my chin, FUCKERS!
No fronting I pop my dance and then cultured
I bluntly drop my stance to bow
Sculpted and sure, even before curs and suckers!

So I don�t Rulk, I�m secure!
Um, Rulk is Geek-Speak for Red Hulk.

Red Hulk was a mystery monster.
This genetically altered sulking misery of dishonor?
Was a reflection of Banner�s mistake.
Fuck fate! Fuck the SPAN of fate!

What ran late to carve a roll,
For Marvel�s plenty of spending in 2011,
Was a fucking ri-cock-a-poc-alyptic awesome statement!
Ill and scary and busting psalms and subtext.

In my palm is this jest like bombs and sex.
Still wary and trusting is a balm to reflect
Of the Military Industrial Complex!

Yeeeeah. I just go off.
Like H.P. Lovecraft
I spree from above. Fast.
I show off. �Cause I LOVE my craft.

I blow hot.
Like a Shogoff.
Drowning in beef stroganoff.
My sound flows and won�t stop!

�Stop, children, what�s that sound? Everybody look what�s going down��

--Buffalo Springfield

I just sling what I feel.
Bust a flow and bring what�s real.
Trust in hydro and fling as I must
What�s concealed!

But I�m still very much in this free roll context,
Set to skulk like a cat burglar!
Back to the Military Industrial Complex:
And Red Hulk. My scat hurdles so sure.

So Gamma Rays, blah blah
Stammer and say �Rah, rah!
Or cram in a prayer for �Raw Ra!�
When will they learn not to toy with nature?

Hulk was an accident.
Stuck in an explosive blast event.
A future sheared in an instant,
From nuclear incident.

Running on and ever since?
Fun with the law of unexpected consequence!
An unstoppable force,
Rocking to topple wars!

Defending the cause to lend the cost like ephemeral rot--
General Ross extended a toss!
Sold twice to hold tight,
To such a cold bite�

Handle for sure and replicate Banner�s fate,
Re-sculpting his state to mangle and hate,
Zooming to threaten as the second
Ultimate Human Weapon!

I was never fucking around
It wasn�t clever bucking sound
Or untethered corruption to pound
When incensed I lent this sense

That science is financed
For the violence of defense.
So I�m still wary and on this blitz
Chronic with bombs to fit

Showing the Military Industrial Complex
Is reflected honestly in comics!

Aftermath:

Everyone has their niche.
Ours is flow, sex, revolution and fighting.
I scour to know what you expect.
But my solutions are rarely the right thing

Born in a rut, scorned as a nut
Torn up but I sling to blast
What I bring fast
Cling wrap like King Tut!

I sting in rap �cause I was BORN to disrupt!
So running my tongue as such
Gunning and shooting the true ring I�m including
Wary of bright lights and sleights that cling

Scary sights set my reckless zing
Unfairly fight after checking your sling
Settling the odds with necks to wring
So for hours I just go, wreck, boost sins and write things!

Everyone has their niche
Ours is flow, sex, revolution and fighting

The measure of what�s vast,
What treasures the present holds from the past
Is pleasure lent to last!

So cramming in statements of sub-textual information,
Blows the span of imagination in sexual innovation.
Shows what ran is escalation expressing experimentation.

I rode a star for thrust, due to BREAK at this clip!
So far above those who fake it,
I spar because love is SACRED!

Marred past the crust but I STILL make it.
Flowers grow, blessed in the fusion of my lightning!
Everyone has their niche.
Ours is flow, sex, revolution and fighting.

It�s not a new thing, cures in hiding.
Fits to rot, paying the cost of biding.
Time for solutions like the allure of tithing.

I rope a RANGE of drops to fit,
Because COPE and CHANGE are opposites.
I stay hopeful when I train to get OFF the shit!

Robbing true statements with passion,
To clear obfuscation distraction.
I�m here to mob and take some action!

Empowered to know what�s best from illusions and writhing,
Everyone has their niche.
Ours is flow, sex, revolution and fighting.

If you�re a slight thing? Don�t fear the night.
Just get to reciting this, a�ight:

�I can hear no fear or blunder from lightning.
Ears are near, no wonder, for my biting like Mike Tyson.
Eyes are a disguise so why not POP those lies?
Don�t cry! You could otherwise DIE! THAT�s your license.
Don�t ask why. You should hold your head high!�

That�s MY sense!
So if you have ZERO martial talent?
This anti-hero is partial to your challenge.
And hand a mirror to start a roll of balance!

You can expect to get robbed and sliced.
Unless you set the odds right.
Like a God-Code BEFORE the fight!
The how of my Tao right now,

Is just so you�re set to deduce the vice thing.
Everyone has their niche.
Ours is flow, sex, revolution and fighting.