So Clear, I'm Fucking TRANSPARENT!

Catchy, dapper, snappy to burn
I flew out the door!
Scrappy rapper turned

Into an elastic graphic troubadour!

Those who toke and take what I meant?
Prose invoked, slaking this sense?
Keep reminding me of letters prone

Apparently I reap the kind of sentences that set their own.

Deep rhymes blended, each shines an unending zone.
Part of the art I mince and fly?
Shards depart rinsed in acid and compartmentalized!

Within each whittled witticism is the million facets hidden...

Those prone to conjecture as wisdom?
I'll own you hecklers, fizzle some!
What fits in every line I'm spitting?

Divine Precision
Sits in the middle of the riddles intrinsic to every prism!
Trife-rhyme-aching statements?
Are rife with a lifetime of mistakes and contemplation!

Whenever I speak I'm waking the old!
I reach to be breaking the mold.
Instead of lag? I reg a ton of bolder rockets. No bull, no brag!

My head spits slag!
My mouth is Megatron's shoulder socket with a full mag!
Ahead of the drag. Riddling my vision with frets to bomb!

Let's get it on!
I was red-flagged since PRISM was still ECHELON!
When I'm dead and fragged?

Someone get my enemies misled,
And put on blast:
“GOOD RIDDANCE TO JESTER PSALMS!”

Unbidden every song is my alms.
This animality is practically magical
In actuality I release these anomalies
To please my own immortality!

Unpardoned from harm?
I'll be off to a Collector's Farm!
Flowing my soul to bleed
And growing seeds

In the Divine Resurrector's Arms!

You'll feel me when I return as a vector swarm!
Waves burst where the sky blurts!
I'll have my final say with a Divine bray!

Always set to buck my groove and roll
Frets to chuck and prove my whole
Bet my luck to move your soul
No more regrets so FUCK APPROVAL!

Ready, set, jaw!
Fecedia, already ahead and raw!
I'll pay the tab on the Federal Defecit
If slaying stabs were credited for ingots!

Slab my pride to confetti
Lettered, crotchety and spry!

“Fab Five Freddy says everybody's styling
Flash is cool, flash is fly, my oh my!”

Gab live and steady untethered naughties on the by!
No drab jive slams.
Heady clever oddities bombing wry!

Flow absolves all clout
Grow balls, never stall out
Show resolve going all-out
What arose mauls, with fall out
Snowball my call-outs!

Aftermath:

Yin is to build or destroy
Within the will to enjoy?
Flim and spill, flam and frills to employ
Yang task to spin

Bang! The masculine?
No mask within when I ask in HYMNS
For the slang of Yang and the whims of Yin

Of my inner HIM

Make my rhythm last with vigor in my limbs!

Wild and good din
Childhood grin
Will shears a blitz

Still spirited

A spree is mulled and created
Ch'i is cultivated
Shows a sage
Grows with age

Flows everyday.

Move with the Way.

The rungs from the waist sprout
Like a mangrove
The young waste clout

Spike, stand and blow
What's brung tastes devout
Hiking to lands to show

Nut hung and basted like a sprout
Oak tree grows a thousand years proud
But in far lands over

Mangrove shows for sure
To drop vines that hung in a bungle
Re-root to set the spree to tumble

Re-shoot in 3 spots, to a jungle
Light is widely dispersed
Roots tighten the Earth

And growth continues from the first!

So to cultivate our wisdom and way
Mull and create written riddles from what's hidden
Chipped and mauled to fit

Like an anthropologist to a midden
Uncovering the real decisions
Out of studies of mud and desire from mire

To grow vines from every seed we find?
Shows time runs for me?
Utterly blind.

Still growing, but as I'm still on the grind?
I'll spill, flowing, unwind!
Helping every element in the spree

Living bare
Giving air, like kelp in the sea
Developing these seeds into my ch'i!

No rudder to steer the ship in the sky.
So someday fade me. I'm a nutter, undisguised.
Run, run to maybe.

I'll utterly defy.
“Come, come my lady. Be my Butterfly.”

Words like butter fried
Serve to sizzle every riddle inside
I'll keep showing a palace of gleam
If you keep growing with me, my Savage Queen!

Comedown:

Run and astound
I'm never done with my sound
Mile-age of style to put to trial

Riled by my files stacked to lean
Defiled by the guile of kleptocratic schemes
Burst to bless collateral damage—skids wafting steam!
From the fiery berserk circle!

This rake has no brakes on an inertia-less lateral ridge clean!
Untethered above, forever making love with my Savage Queen!
Begin with no end.

We abound and switch and gush.
Amends, grounded, trust beyond lust.
Spend a round with my Mistress.

Ten thousand kisses
Zen astounds and blisses
Extended sound that twists us.

Together even when apart
Lettered leaving clues to you in my art
I'm better through and through

Because never from you did I depart!