What it is

Freestyle is training to see more
Pierce through shit, intuit,
Spin like a revolving door, analyze to the core

Fuck a fish story. I'll reframe all your lore
Whale tales strained through baleine

Blow it out the top of my dome as steam
Because manimal mammals weren't equipped with gills
Whatevs. Alls I need is a quill

To cover oceans of consciousness in every way.
I'm a Pirate Cartographer who won't be played
Mapping how this world is really made!

Every mile I cover is life loved.
Freestyle to get above
Set me on the tiles. 3 mile smile

Time-Space Fabric has every life in its hold.
Stories composed within origami fold
Lore absorbed. Re-told. Is the eventuality

Of singularity of consciousness balanced with individuality.
So if all life is one being experiencing itself subjectively?
I'll clear every step past what was let of me

Re-set every moment into frets so honest
Past jesting free, wrath testament and 69 levels of sexy sprees?

Is the real use of this shit:
We're all conduits. Our groove is our gift.
Past tripping the rift, empathy bridges

Cycles fit, but every life in a panoramic reveal?
Is just another spoke on the cosmic wheel.
When my sails unfurl to just flow through

It's because words are a 2-way tube.
Something left in a seed in what you read?
That's free. But something in a thought form

Pops off. Fresh born. In attention and focus.
Just re-mention an idea and hocus pocus
Spontaneous generation from inspiring ideological metamorphosis

Blossoming in far off locations. Firing hot.
Like meridien nodes and rifts.
Riffs bleed. Beast feeds. It's a 2 way street.

So I'll rock these pearls to drop and re-up my murals
All over the world with a whirlwind of living words
Like a wren crossed with a wrable!

Mindbattling time travel like Cable!
Groove and prattle, solutions self-enable
Hot clearance from thought experiments so unstable!

Zen from the cradle. Smoother than Clark Gable.
I'm wrenched from the Creator's Table. Get that?
As in the original Jack who escaped from the Fables!

What this hyperoptic animator brings
Is more than escalation and stings
Ardor, War, Lore, Euphoria lingering...

Timeless handling sprees. Crime and fantasy.
When I fade away you'll still feel my fader cling
I'm the one who handcuffed the attache case to the Satyr King!

The same randy fox who delivered Pandora's Box!
Freestyle larks to top and astound
Put me in the ground and I'll still be around!

Ill sounds / Vibration in soil / Statements tilled and toiled / Kills slowly to be spoiled / Fast flow erupts / Plateau up / In this I'm embroiled / Frets and steam / Set to give Epiphany wet dreams! / Riff with me if you know what I mean / Cause one day my licks might slow down / But a hundred years after I'm gray and historybound? / Backpedalling fuckers will still fail to fix all the doors I kicked down!