Staying Open with the Unspoken

From the heart, from the start. Spit it very plain? Fat chance. I’m the partner for Mary Jane’s Last Dance.
Manacles, tantric animal. Stand as a river. Give the bare me in each tributary.
Every seed carried blows doors. Shows what for through the whole course.
Blare this shit cause my narrative is just so!

Let the tangent grow. Watch the concept jump the shark.

Leverage composed to flip the script,
So every flow I rip, every roll I tip must spark and grow with quarks to blow like a stolen kiss! Never dismissed, just trail off after the last drop like an ellipse…

Cattle slapper, battle rapper, blast with unmatchable calibre,
Into this from jump. Introduced by my first influences…
Extending my fluency in congruence every time I do this,
In the business of reputation, credibility is the only currency.

I can't help or hide from it. The more private it gets the more raw with this I sit.
Like the Predator, jaw split, ‘cept none of my shit was lifted, pre-recorded and bit!
Fucking alien plagiarists…

Subtextual moves during the interludes, edit the odds in the span of a pregnant pause, read well through and evolve as fast as the cause wraps around my paws…

Overstand? As I don't hold the hidden in my hands; the rhythm is what ran
Into the elite chops, beats drop from speech clocked off where streets lopped
Elites rent cops and Government sent the rock,
Calling all I see, no rhyme fallacies, cover the last testament in foreign policy?

Military serves to protect Government Investments
The behavior defines it. Every hidden layer?
I’ll find and flip. The rhyme does more than underline. It puts a shine upon it.

It's no hunch, running circles around punks
Who are far from my kind. One punchline chump-minds.
Sometimes I have to dumb down my every line from jump
Watch suckers take their lumps, glowering from afar.

Up close lowering the bar, drunk on themselves like they're stars, junk par,
Have to resist pulling a motherfucker's card,
Because the vibe and path I ride might divide, conquer and evolve
But the monster knows pride goeth before a fall

So to remain chronic and graphic, maintain erotic magic, make plain all the hidden maps and life mathematics
Means toasting the vision and rhythm while holding down my scope, in lieu of a boast
When the blue notes start hissing, stay true, fold up my tracks that explode in each instance
Hold back my flow and just show how to truly listen!