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For Bach
True hot flow hits the lotto
With chops dropped staccato
On the spot to pop clues and botch fear
And roll right off a rocky pier
To leave a bloody splotched grotto!
AAAUAGH! BLOSH! NOOOOO!
For protest in onomatopoeia for sure
I oughta rue what Divine Rhyme stirs
But part of these dues is finding her
So I brought a flow of blues to unwind for mirth
Dropping through a 9 ˝ minute spot
Like Toccata Fugue in D Minor by Bach
Wish I could compare in some other way to the Master
But for all I dish and spare to ensnare a shudder in chatter?
My Orchestra is at port and tests so raw to frag
Like a portly zepp set to body a whole crowd in a helium bag
And shortly after bless the rowdy listeners feeling, bringing back
A zesty jest quick from what's slick and concealed, feeling every track
(Although to be fair it wasn't the hydrogen or helium that was responsible for anyone's death with the first Zeppelin explosion. Those gases are technically safe. The falling steel from the sky, now THAT killed a lot of people.)
Heavy metal falls from up high
Let free every petal opening a war cry
Born ready for the decibels that draw the brawl
Sounding off, rounds bounce off the wall like jai alai
I'm sore with spies so I wanna' bull's eye the dry try
Domestic ally Eye in the Sky satellite on the Fourth of July!
Haha, Reagan's SDI Program was like Decepticons doing drive by's!
I'm amazed anyone would be grateful for lasers just set to good bye
Given any program is only pro for that land until it's Shanghai'ed
Meanwhile I'll open a business for disastrous buys
Called “Catastrophe Rap-A-Gram” and keep that on stand-by
But whatevs, SDI like Predator Drones are only set to hone on bad guys
So I'm set to go on even if this poem was misapplied.
I won't crumble and get sunken in my chatter
But prod and rumble my function sparring patter
Like gods stumbling back to the stars under their drunken swagger
Crunched together, a tonic to mend
The crescendo that rends, like my flow that never ends
To stop the rude toil of invasion, sticking up my mind
Topped with crude oil to be blazing firelicks down my spine
Rumbling thunderous chains swing and shatter brains
At least the enunciation of my name doesn't bring
Pronunciation pain from so much phlegm.
But such a bunch of sonic rain extends
At once flooding away and calming again
Marked by the balm that deals it's toll
Sparked your songs console and feel my roll
Carpetbomb my soul to heal me whole
Past sound what I found, but ground into skin
From deep within it slumbers into form
Seeping every track a wonder to adorn
I sleep on such flack, must've been born in a thunderstorm
Because like hunger turns on, thunder calms
And Toccata Fugue will always stop my feuds
For at least the lot of time due, a 9 ˝ minute mood
Your rock is hot on every spot, so this one's for you, BACH!
With chops dropped staccato
On the spot to pop clues and botch fear
And roll right off a rocky pier
To leave a bloody splotched grotto!
AAAUAGH! BLOSH! NOOOOO!
For protest in onomatopoeia for sure
I oughta rue what Divine Rhyme stirs
But part of these dues is finding her
So I brought a flow of blues to unwind for mirth
Dropping through a 9 ˝ minute spot
Like Toccata Fugue in D Minor by Bach
Wish I could compare in some other way to the Master
But for all I dish and spare to ensnare a shudder in chatter?
My Orchestra is at port and tests so raw to frag
Like a portly zepp set to body a whole crowd in a helium bag
And shortly after bless the rowdy listeners feeling, bringing back
A zesty jest quick from what's slick and concealed, feeling every track
(Although to be fair it wasn't the hydrogen or helium that was responsible for anyone's death with the first Zeppelin explosion. Those gases are technically safe. The falling steel from the sky, now THAT killed a lot of people.)
Heavy metal falls from up high
Let free every petal opening a war cry
Born ready for the decibels that draw the brawl
Sounding off, rounds bounce off the wall like jai alai
I'm sore with spies so I wanna' bull's eye the dry try
Domestic ally Eye in the Sky satellite on the Fourth of July!
Haha, Reagan's SDI Program was like Decepticons doing drive by's!
I'm amazed anyone would be grateful for lasers just set to good bye
Given any program is only pro for that land until it's Shanghai'ed
Meanwhile I'll open a business for disastrous buys
Called “Catastrophe Rap-A-Gram” and keep that on stand-by
But whatevs, SDI like Predator Drones are only set to hone on bad guys
So I'm set to go on even if this poem was misapplied.
I won't crumble and get sunken in my chatter
But prod and rumble my function sparring patter
Like gods stumbling back to the stars under their drunken swagger
Crunched together, a tonic to mend
The crescendo that rends, like my flow that never ends
To stop the rude toil of invasion, sticking up my mind
Topped with crude oil to be blazing firelicks down my spine
Rumbling thunderous chains swing and shatter brains
At least the enunciation of my name doesn't bring
Pronunciation pain from so much phlegm.
But such a bunch of sonic rain extends
At once flooding away and calming again
Marked by the balm that deals it's toll
Sparked your songs console and feel my roll
Carpetbomb my soul to heal me whole
Past sound what I found, but ground into skin
From deep within it slumbers into form
Seeping every track a wonder to adorn
I sleep on such flack, must've been born in a thunderstorm
Because like hunger turns on, thunder calms
And Toccata Fugue will always stop my feuds
For at least the lot of time due, a 9 ˝ minute mood
Your rock is hot on every spot, so this one's for you, BACH!
Published 21st Jun 2013
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