Prowling Punditry

Mind over patter
Like time’s all that matters.
Rhymes explode and splatter.
 
Reworking cliches
Is the basis of this berserker buffet!
I delight in the blight.
 
It’s for the crotch-rot humorists that the farthest reaches of human imagination are reserved.
 
My list is equipped with a scope from the first Temptation!
No trick, slipping from my ropes when I burst onto location.
I’m tripping off hope, trouncing those who’d wish my fall,
 
Ripping those dopes while bouncing off the walls!
Like echo-location! I’ll even announce what’s kept in the dark for y’all!
My every verse awakens, ideology breaking,
 
Gods baking, Earths quaking,
My real people assembling,
Catch a feeling?  Sheeple are always trembling.
 
Jewels dispensing while I caw!
Bless the outlaws
No rest while we create what we all saw.
 
Test my gumption and maw
Jump in and brawl
I’ll shit on your tongue!
 
Fit to over-run with a split jaw.
‘Cause every fret I ever spit was raw!
 
To Hell with control!
I fell into a black hole.
In every cosmos? I held a parallel role.
 
My follow through be-spells my soul.
Entombed in tune I might as well roll.
I can always tell a forced casual stroll.
 
Set your crew up behind you..
 
All those cattle flip when I sink your battle ship!
Let ‘em see where you really sit!
 
Silly flits! I’m not above bombing if you get pushy.
But I dig love songs that get mushy.
Slapping tush for a squeeze,
 
Rapping about kush leaves.
I wake up lapping pussy.
Or wake up freestyling.
 
I’m embracing the world from the first second.
Facing hurdles and inspections.
Grace unfurled in collections.
 
I taste pearls in the essence.
My murals feed in every sentence.
I got my reasons for rhyming all season.
 
Melt the snow when you felt my flow!
Velvet rose. Fabric garden.
Well, what grows? Act when hardened.
 
Spell and go, practice flow unpardonned.
I invoke thus the locus of crass and ardent.
Hocus Pocus, fast and stark within!
 
Just part of the lore
Starting from the core
Carved from The Art of War
 
Charting victories from history
Never missing to see righteous dust
Hover just slightly over the crust?
 
Brother I’ve just begun fighting the unjust!
Touched for the night I entrust
“Another one bites the dust!”
 
My druthers set right my lust
Rhyming tomes and then
Staking all above on honesty unfaltering
 
Like climbing Stonehenge to make love on top of a cosmic altar.
I get these ideas that I know to be bad and every once in a while I’m smart enough to not act on them.
But I never get past each bend.
 
Potential is vastly my friend.
Eventually every raindrop descends.
And I was sent to claim the blue night.
 
Incremental clues to jest and bite,
Stay true to each test for life
Rude truths breached, no less erudite!
 
Play it right, archaic sights, absconded and sent on
My steeze to spike like Genghis Khan
Enemies get freeze dried like Han!
 
I’m blasting on, laughing the Wrath of the other Khan!
Grinding cold like I ate a whole bowl of Freon!
Timelessness had me sold like Ponce de Leon!
 
That’s the fast lane of my reeling!
 
I never refrain from revealing.
I was trained to deal in
Stains of concealment.
 
Strain the feeling.
When chained to the ceiling!
My reign I’ll never reel in!
 
My brain peels off patterns
To rain like stealing the rings of Saturn
Bring a shattering from my heels and wings of tattered leather string.
 
Spin and go game, window frame, a thin and slow shame.
Painfully real things, make a meal of my patter.
If hope is what matters?
 
I’ll glue that broken glass onto an abrasive rope ladder.
See what dopes climb after me.
Get back, I’m free!
 
Whole world is a maze.
But I ain’t worried for my play.
War tracks got me led and as Rorschach said
 
“You got it wrong. I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me!”
 
I call my choices with integrity.
But all the voices ahead of me?
Whisper miles of violence to mirror.
 
Tips and styles, there’s tyrants up in here!
Mocking me in pictures aligned to spear.
Like non-stop rocking Mystery Science Theatre!
 
Advantage position
Can you stand the vision?
Overstand the mission?
 
Slam rage and derision
Damage just from listening!
 
Words disturbed fly to clear third eyes
Unfurled with no disguise or peers to fit in
Near my lips, most Seer’s ears are splitting
 
Synergy drips, energy near rips
Like nuclear fission!
True spearing whittling
 
What appears clipped to win
Blues and fears? I sit in ‘em!
Rue from the rear, I shit them!
 
Are you here by your own decisions?
Yeah, I hear the same wisdom.
No bullshit, just full clips
 
Of truth hidden.
Born to pay dues, never walked as children!
 
Never stopped to chill,
From top I spent every shill
To drop an endless spill!
 
I won’t cop to amend my ills
Or mop up pig swill
I bop and jig still!
 
With supercilious grace
Like Chantilly Lace
I dig the rock of the Big Bopper
 
Starting at a sick pace
Arsenic and Old Lace
Stars split from every gaping face
 
When I spit quaking sprays!
My own tongue tip is breaking away
Graphic array comes  back my way
 
When magic fades it attaches and stays to cling
Timeless handling me, crime and fantasy.
Like an attache case handcuffed to a Satyr King!
 
Aftermath:
 
Set my sights past aches, treats and Loki’s sunset.
The late me remains sizzling undead.
Tight breaks and beats, invoking reds.
 
I create stains from whittling my cred.
Life’s fight had me shaken to my feet but not broken yet.
Fate reigned me with riddles instead.
 
“At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
Only you, can cool my desire.
Ohhhh, I’m on fire.”
 
Flow to get on higher.
Discerning crags of which I spoke
Like burning flags for smoke
 
On castle spires
Overthrow when vassals get tired.
Canceling what elites chart
 
My stance is set apart
Because Hip Hop & War aren’t my only arts.
I bring this scene like it’s my life’s investment.
My blues and Bruce Springsteen’s lessons.
 
So I might’ve risked getting marked,
Fitting larks for weekend tarts.
Sitting discrete, sending sparks.
 
“Can’t start a fire, worrying about your little world falling apart.
This gun’s for hire.
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”
 
My stance is set apart
Because Hip Hop & War aren’t my only arts.
I bring this scene like it’s my life’s investment.
My blues and Bruce Springsteen’s lessons.
 
Check every play. I handled past the path of the hive!
Yesterday I landed here to vast shower my jive.
My way stands open from zero? To my last hour alive!
 
“The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.
Everybody’s on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide.
Together we can live with the sadness; I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul.
And someday baby we’ll get to that place we really want to go and we’ll walk in the sun.
But ‘til then, tramps like us, baby we were born to run!”
 
Stamp your feet and bust, form as one!
Add it up from start, more than the parts, reform the sum!
Spitting nails tore my gums,
 
But they impale every verse like cursed darts!
 
My stance is set apart
Because Hip Hop & War aren’t my only arts.
I bring this scene like it’s my life’s investment.
My blues and Bruce Springsteen’s lessons.