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Haste (For the Rap Hastily competition)
At this stage Humanity is tested. Stumbles and inspects itself, all alone.
Pages express. Plays to crumble your dome. Rage in check.
Don't toy with my dome. I'm like Gregory Peck
Destroying the Guns of the Navarone!
Blast when I'm prone, I'll wipe the map of your whole zone
Tight path of stature for the massacre-prone
I'm at home when I slay
Poems of disarray, get stoned and spray, never atone for what I say,
I won't be having that. Because caveats? Are just pandering to lies,
Scampering eyes, words running away; you made of clay?
Your creator must've been slumming it that day
Everyone's got something to say.
Reap prayers, keep it playful, deeply engage
Take turns sleeping! There's a new vision emerging.
Weeping Virgin, spilling 30 gallons of detergent
Yet my dirty mind is still turning, finest ills earning
Merc me and nerds everywhere will find a vengeful sermon
I recognize the barren of humanity every time the world is turning
Listen high and laugh at the techno-singularity that has the wary squirming
By our own hands our burning? I overstand the discernment.
I ride with what it seems, but that's a'ight by me, it's just another night to dream
Rise of the Machines? Try some Vaseline, every saboteur knows what I mean
Rising steam, Never hiding the gleam, Match this keen, splashing on the scene,
Hill of magic beans, strip the memes out of that whole ream
Sip the genie out of the bottle, never follow the model
Breaking new ground, full throttle. Never coddled, raised reading potholes
Under my heels. Obstacles into a meal. Unstoppably real,
Drop hot shots you can feel.
Everyone's got issues, I rip through subscriptions, get tipsy on it too
Spilling all the sparks out of a million articles, killing the shards I hold
Milling every particle, unwilling to let any part just go. Whenever I sling at this pace
Everything in its place. Everything is everything. Like the clever ring I bring
Untethered stings, results faster than Bing!, Quaking my desires, taking shit higher
So mercurially wired I can spit fire and my tongue stays raw
Stunning jaw, this cunning linguist doesn't fear Martial Law,
That's part of what FutureMe Saw, I don't just caw...
Take my people past the brink, we'll grab what's under the kitchen sink
Take you fuckers to war, the night is ours!
The Art of Living? Departs from the hidden, part of giving, pardon the ribbing,
But this is the Art of "Fuck It. Just send ME In!" And I'll only be a part of what's genuine
So what my pen spins mends the expressed tragic, extra fabric of the fine place
Where Time-Space is created from the Mind Race
By my will, never stale. My quill drops like hail, so every word is embossed like braille
And the blind keep pace!
Stoking fires to form the release that balms from me. Like Prometheus granting humans autonomy
Feed this lust, from what dawns on me
Loki of Literati performs prose lobotomies.
Question all I know like Socrates. Fiddling re-frames
Riddling brains---I'm a knot tease! Got the steeze
To free you from monotony. Naughty ease,
Body breeze, blowing sins, flowing over skin, explosions from within!
I can't hold it in, everything grooves beyond me
Like undoing origami, every fold just another song to free
A headful of haste and oddities
Developments I face Godly. Invoke the spaces past probably.
The race of probability. The maze past the will of me.
Play it slowly---the grace of Loki of Literati's escape
Like David Bowie's "Space Oddity" fading away.
I stay the math roll and purge all lies
Rattling to disturb all disguises, rapping only occurs by the by
Battling is how this nerd tithes. You haters hatching daggers with a look that says "DIE!"?
I deflect what's happening, play wry. Javelins fly from my third eye
Spear lightning twice. No fear of the blight. Whether you're cheerful
About clearing your rights? Or crotchety to take a stand?
Poets are a motley band; I got the rock in hand
What wasn't wrote claws its way out when it awoke
Feckless invoked, breathless, choked on pauses between notes
Raw as the first rope when Cain worked the first vote, remain timeless
Every crime divides, bloody vines continue to reach for the sky
Even in rotted land, even motley bands like Motley Crue
Re-shoot, monster seeds like Audrey II, still clippings burst and pop
Alien life the curse of Little Shop!
Maim between the lines, claim all of time, train blind, grow spry
My brain knows to spot lies
So I always have Queens cover my eyes
With their thighs when I flow off their sighs
My pen is a scythe. The venom decides. Zen inside extends
Get past pride. When I'm sent to ride?
I get on and zombified, like the fungus that divides
Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, making a brain into a palace
Fungal strain is the foulest, carving up plans
To carpenter ants, I'm the harbinger of chance.
If your mistress is wittier than you I'll have to advance.
Not trying to steal anyone away from her man
But my mind loves to touch hands, unwind to dance.
If you're on my level you'll know how to keep it credible
In any spot, any land. Any shot, any scan.
Anything you got? We'll top it unplanned! What?!
Pages express. Plays to crumble your dome. Rage in check.
Don't toy with my dome. I'm like Gregory Peck
Destroying the Guns of the Navarone!
Blast when I'm prone, I'll wipe the map of your whole zone
Tight path of stature for the massacre-prone
I'm at home when I slay
Poems of disarray, get stoned and spray, never atone for what I say,
I won't be having that. Because caveats? Are just pandering to lies,
Scampering eyes, words running away; you made of clay?
Your creator must've been slumming it that day
Everyone's got something to say.
Reap prayers, keep it playful, deeply engage
Take turns sleeping! There's a new vision emerging.
Weeping Virgin, spilling 30 gallons of detergent
Yet my dirty mind is still turning, finest ills earning
Merc me and nerds everywhere will find a vengeful sermon
I recognize the barren of humanity every time the world is turning
Listen high and laugh at the techno-singularity that has the wary squirming
By our own hands our burning? I overstand the discernment.
I ride with what it seems, but that's a'ight by me, it's just another night to dream
Rise of the Machines? Try some Vaseline, every saboteur knows what I mean
Rising steam, Never hiding the gleam, Match this keen, splashing on the scene,
Hill of magic beans, strip the memes out of that whole ream
Sip the genie out of the bottle, never follow the model
Breaking new ground, full throttle. Never coddled, raised reading potholes
Under my heels. Obstacles into a meal. Unstoppably real,
Drop hot shots you can feel.
Everyone's got issues, I rip through subscriptions, get tipsy on it too
Spilling all the sparks out of a million articles, killing the shards I hold
Milling every particle, unwilling to let any part just go. Whenever I sling at this pace
Everything in its place. Everything is everything. Like the clever ring I bring
Untethered stings, results faster than Bing!, Quaking my desires, taking shit higher
So mercurially wired I can spit fire and my tongue stays raw
Stunning jaw, this cunning linguist doesn't fear Martial Law,
That's part of what FutureMe Saw, I don't just caw...
Take my people past the brink, we'll grab what's under the kitchen sink
Take you fuckers to war, the night is ours!
The Art of Living? Departs from the hidden, part of giving, pardon the ribbing,
But this is the Art of "Fuck It. Just send ME In!" And I'll only be a part of what's genuine
So what my pen spins mends the expressed tragic, extra fabric of the fine place
Where Time-Space is created from the Mind Race
By my will, never stale. My quill drops like hail, so every word is embossed like braille
And the blind keep pace!
Stoking fires to form the release that balms from me. Like Prometheus granting humans autonomy
Feed this lust, from what dawns on me
Loki of Literati performs prose lobotomies.
Question all I know like Socrates. Fiddling re-frames
Riddling brains---I'm a knot tease! Got the steeze
To free you from monotony. Naughty ease,
Body breeze, blowing sins, flowing over skin, explosions from within!
I can't hold it in, everything grooves beyond me
Like undoing origami, every fold just another song to free
A headful of haste and oddities
Developments I face Godly. Invoke the spaces past probably.
The race of probability. The maze past the will of me.
Play it slowly---the grace of Loki of Literati's escape
Like David Bowie's "Space Oddity" fading away.
I stay the math roll and purge all lies
Rattling to disturb all disguises, rapping only occurs by the by
Battling is how this nerd tithes. You haters hatching daggers with a look that says "DIE!"?
I deflect what's happening, play wry. Javelins fly from my third eye
Spear lightning twice. No fear of the blight. Whether you're cheerful
About clearing your rights? Or crotchety to take a stand?
Poets are a motley band; I got the rock in hand
What wasn't wrote claws its way out when it awoke
Feckless invoked, breathless, choked on pauses between notes
Raw as the first rope when Cain worked the first vote, remain timeless
Every crime divides, bloody vines continue to reach for the sky
Even in rotted land, even motley bands like Motley Crue
Re-shoot, monster seeds like Audrey II, still clippings burst and pop
Alien life the curse of Little Shop!
Maim between the lines, claim all of time, train blind, grow spry
My brain knows to spot lies
So I always have Queens cover my eyes
With their thighs when I flow off their sighs
My pen is a scythe. The venom decides. Zen inside extends
Get past pride. When I'm sent to ride?
I get on and zombified, like the fungus that divides
Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, making a brain into a palace
Fungal strain is the foulest, carving up plans
To carpenter ants, I'm the harbinger of chance.
If your mistress is wittier than you I'll have to advance.
Not trying to steal anyone away from her man
But my mind loves to touch hands, unwind to dance.
If you're on my level you'll know how to keep it credible
In any spot, any land. Any shot, any scan.
Anything you got? We'll top it unplanned! What?!
Published 15th May 2015
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15th May 2015 6:31pm
Loki, you amaze me! You are a true original. It's great fun to consider individual lines and references. Kind of a feast, really. "Your creator must have been slumming it that day." Reminds me of "Tomorrow Wendy" by Concrete Blonde. "The Guns of Navarone". Great movie! There are parts of "Haste" that remind me of Rage Against the Machine. You have that kind of fury and eloquence. "Why stand on a silent platform / fight the war / fuck the norm!" Can't remember which of their songs that's from, but it reminds me a bit of you. But, again, you are an original. I really like your reading of this, by the way. Great job, my friend!
29th May 2015 10:40am
Thanks for the support Crowfly! I think I've watched and listened to far more movies and songs than I could truly appreciate when I was younger. There's a lot of references that I drop as a result of having not 100% gotten them until enough years had gone by. Guns of the Navarone was a war story to me the first time I watched it, and a personal redemption story each subsequent time, for example. I kind of like the idea of releasing things that people can take in any number of directions, and so it's cool when the work runs parallel to others' work.
