Our Kind

They say I push the line when I'm spitting
I say I'm just ahead of my time like stopping Dark City from spinning
I do better with gaping form

Angels eyes in dinnerplate form
When I snag Gabriel's Horn
Vibration storm to break Satan's randy thorns,

Til they splatter and skid with no grace bandied and torn,
Like a fat kid face planting a bowl of candy corn!

Statements bomb when I awaken like Red Dawn!
Put your leather apron on and let's burn some truth from fusing ideas.

Quip steps intermingle and I maintain
If I can't forget a single step I gain
I won't lay up and cry at night

But I will write and train
With everything in sight
Body and brain

To cut your face, disrupt any play
Muckraking abrasive verbal fillet
So if you're bullheaded?

I'll clap your face, outlast your ways
Trap you in your own maze like the Minotaur!
That's the way to win so far...
Devout to my stand, then out-expand

Right view
Right aspiration
Right speech
Right action
Right livelihood
Right effort
Right mindfulness
Right concentration

Fused with fiery blues
Reckless re-imagination of lore
Declarations of war
Against ill gains and ignoramuses
Vision that loves to check
Rhythm in dub step
Sexual subtext
Wired to desire of unfathomable depth
Is what happens to be the recipe for fire breath!