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Everyone wants to flip the script.
Rip quick off the tip, fire to spit.
I'll just stick to mine.

Elicit empathy and revel,
Sipping ten of these tendencies, djinns and gris gris.
I got a headful of energies,

Illicit entities in my brain path...
Facets connect and grow, unrestrained and vast,
Each in it's place composed, like stained glass.

My face is just as beveled, bumps and smooth lumps.
Disheveled, from jump I had Hot Spitter's Disease.
Drop shit crunched and reformed, to free.

Expand and accordion out times three...
Grow like early morning tumescence,
Flow forming the essence.

I speak with my hands and my hips, my stand and my kicks,
Because it's bleak when you land quick. And man, you're all alone at six.
So since my first lone stand I've been prone to slam.

Tomes I overstand. To the bone, no scans.
Show gumption, no assumptions; bass in your chest?
Better have BUCK to bring! Oh and fuck, test everything!

Watch snakes and biters steal your layers and plays hence.
Stripping your tracks and seeing what you offer.
Stay bent, insipid smack talk see, is how they got ya!

Reeling on my own wavelength, rippling black sea is my ink blotter.
Real to every statement, smashing hurdles to bother.
Feeling the vibration of every splashing circle in the water.

Rip from my chest, prove it right, opening petals,
Quips I jest, are the jus jus price of each pebble!
Tripped and tested at every level...

I never solicited Sympathy for the Devil.
Your mom's way of telling me to fuck off,
Was "Hey, Loki! Kick rocks, but first lick my box!"

I never wasted a chance at patter!
And it's taste that matters,
So I took eight more tries to leave thereafter!

Educated cultured Queens get wet quick.
Warrior Scholars smirk and nod to this.
Punk ass chodes clench their fists.

Stroking naughties, provoking oddities,
Outspoken sordid to shake and prod sprees
Like an Irish wake with forty hot toddies!

I'm firing up to bake as Loki of Literati!
Designing breaks and then continuing to run,
Like timequakes in the continuum!

Extended fun, that's my pen and its sum.
Glee when riled with freestyle to free my eyes
To a course that'll take you three days to die.

Fitting within crafted rungs with no confusion...
Okay did ANYONE catch that "Pit and the Pendulum" allusion?
Fuck it, maybe I should leave Poe out of my flow...

But yo, that's just how I'm grooving.