Firetiger's Duty

Have to get into a burst
Of unrehearsed work
With other great creators
Who re-make their own Fate

Have to deep groove with dangerous artists
To rearrange and start some shit.
Find out what’s universally true

What’s irreversible, too?
And what’s only true to you?

I hear chattering behind static.
Rather than wave away the blather
I save it for after. Replay the patter
Oft-times gives off designs.

True sense in core sits
In blueprints of the mental fortress.
Junkfood of my mind
Is digestion of government invested crimes!

Led by a ring sent from Divine
Bred to sling dissent in rhyme,
Behead kings in end times,
Fed on venomous stings, a dread mind!

I want to be pleased with my results,
But I’m on my knees before my faults.
It’s not insecurity.
Purity is the very definition of unique.

I seek to turn every vision and feat
Into evolved instinct complete.
A total change to form,
A global brainstorm

Something in Source Divine
Stops my force every time
Overwhelmed like unexpectedly
Hearing “Georgia On My Mind”

Memories seep from pores I find.
Lore hidden in sweat
So when my hands press

Feeling swell,
Stealing through cells
Eyes can lie, but skin re-tells.

Fresh collage with every massage
Those I tend sleep in a mirage
While their upload seeps to me in a montage

Healing hands have the means to ease a moan
Like Nina Simone.
Feeling muscle over bone.
Biofeedback scans showing
What’s nestled, bustled and slowing.
Setting to rest is a better zone.
But still I throw the bones

Sight and try my bid, to run this round amending!
Slice the die in mid-air so it comes down as seven!

So then they’re all staring.
Like Cohen the Barbarian
Beating the odds, by cheating the Gods.

Knowing those punks blow chunks when I flow crunk!
As in, if Gods consume souls?
Mine’ll soon give them Hell with a belly roll!

Kicking my own ass in practice
Sticks, sashes and axes.
Scat shows rocking stance.
Rap whilst shadowboxing and dance

Whether you’re crass to gnaw,
A fast and raw outlaw
Or you’ve got a glass jaw and never got
Past your walls?

Whether you’re a card of naughty,
Hardbody, shards that shot off fleas
Orrrrr just smart enough to tip Pod Peeps?

Join the party.
Artful oddities are part of we brought, see.
What’cha got for we?
Çhops to stop me?
Cops can’t top my spree!

True firetigers fly higher than a skyful of lighters.
Because every day is in our sights to serve!
So as the cypher blurs
And another cycle turns,

We set right the Wyrm.
Pearls to churn as the world burns.
Epiphany is stern.

A jiffy to discern.
Iffy what I learn.
Quickly I riff to give a turn!

Aftermath:

I don’t mumble, I blunt tumble.
Spray to rumble, flay even when humble.
Plays that are fronts crumble!

Spill a delightful bundle.
Still grumbling?
I’ll fill tight like a funnel!

Steam and thrill it,
Reams to build this.
What do you get when you cross
The Queen and Prince Phillip?

Killed in a tunnel!