Final Cost

You heard I was on?
Lured by your mom?
For sure, let's bomb!

Murderous songs
Occur as a taunt
Disturbed and calm

Drop pearls 'til dawn
Rock unfurls from my palms
Word is bond.

I eat unmentionables and curs
My feet extend the stir
Turn it to meat, tender.

Feast on dissenters.
Release their lies and censures.
To my Beast my life is indentured.

Peace to all the 5%'ers!

Only got so much sand left in the upper cone.
Turning it to glass won't freeze time.
Knowledge of truth polishes my blues.

Like the surprise massive fray
Fueled to fly out of Cassius Clay
When he got honest and free

As Muhammad Ali!

Close your eyes, calculate
Prose flies, as I articulate
What shows in lies, I scrape

Flow past disguise, to re-make.

Trust and release. Thrust to please.
It's only natural. Magical, biological.
For me to be diabolical!

Bluesy writes, doozy bites.
Use your rights.
Or get used to ruing the night!

Land prose fierce, levels slick and wary
Like Ambrose Bierce's Devil's Dictionary
With a touch more "Fuck the old order!"

Bucking borders
I shuck off disorder
Groove to adapt fast with Chaos's path

Find luck sorting over
Never scorning how I feel
But reforming from what's revealed.

Born to be real.
That's my strident focus.
Like Dead Prez said

"Whole world is a cornfield.
Watch out for flying locusts."

Disguise. No hocus pocus.
No letters strain, giving a better name
To legerdemain!

Running shit off the tip
Lips and tongue prepped to
Out-trip the test of

Oral Prestidigitation!
Core of my roll is no faking
Jump in, after the lore

Aesop had to do a break-in
To be taking
Palming tracks, I'm honoring back

What the first amongst us were quaking
Lillith. Illest.
Prometheus. Just needed this.

Legba. Wouldn't beg. Nah.
Tried palmistry.
Until all the lines had fallen on me.

And reformed as the web of Anansi!
Realized then that Old Gods were onto me.
Fuck. Trip wire triggered means they're onto all of us!

Flow harder. No fate.
I ain't a martyr. I'm fucking bait!

Trip across the ethereal planes, making my escape.
Let the ones who tortured Prometheus give chase
I'll lead them through a figure eight!

Fold path. I'll hold fast.
Roll and blast.
Every layer, unwraps more flavors.

Immersed in what I was dealt.
Unrehearsed, it's just what I felt.
Dispersing all of myself.

A million samples so it's useless to make me into an example.
That'd be a million seeds to trample!