Hip Hop Begins by Learning to Fucking Listen

So many mind slaves pretending to be down,
Anytime they extend their magic it clowns.
Tragic, nothing catches, I see it quickly, 360 around.

Can't adapt to stack a single pound.

Bluffing for tough,
Nothing off the cuff,
Fronting for a clever wit,

Nothing set, no rushing frets to spit,
Just stances set rigid to sit.
So why take a chance on betting they're it?

Even if you overpaid dues?
Bolder days you soldiered through,
Don't expect your pain to make the news!

Just stay as you.
Your fray ain't no conduit to make me do!

(It's too much trouble to edit this.
So I'll speak in double-negatives.
Flow back through rubble, leg a bit.)

Just being alive is a spark for sure.
You shoot the five with the devil inside
When you fly through stark allure.

No need to strive to be darker,
Compete with Clive Barker
Instead, just bust and jive on a lark! Don't enter

By rushing in to camp in the banter location.
Touching ground ramps up escalation!
And you just might take a ride for sure

Just from trying to overdrive the stir
Hustle because your pride got hurt,
And decide to lay down fire and murderous verse.

While you may have that desire to be quick with
That's just a tired heuristic...
Mechanical response, click...whirr...

Don't let your animal get bombed,
Fucking cur! Trust in dropping a ton
To get me over-run and fit under?

Oh, so many fakejacks made me wonder.

To tussle and drive my blur.
I got a tight roll for animation.
Because of being excitable from fascination!

Buzzed, free within a righteous exclamation.
Capable of setting my sights sub-textual,
Sapio-sexual, Pirate Rake, bold nerd, jests the whole world!

Delight in any script flipped when I blaze it
Plenty of quick phrases
I get set to level better

26 mazes: One for each letter
Sends me to slick faces
Proof this man reciprocates!

Solving each tattered thing
All within my reach, scattering,
Evolving speech patterns to sling!

I can't change or stop it
I was made to rock this:
My simple, secret Creative Process:

Prep my gist off tasting wet clit,
Or zest packed and lit
I can't help it. Just from a taste or toke

Something in grace is invoked
Bumping sprays and this way just slips!
I get trumped by the sway of Divinity's hips!