Crashing Waves

Every time I post Gutenberg’s ghost says “Yo Loki, this is why I chose you as my host.”
So I stay raw when I bust this shit, like walking down the Gaza Strip screaming “Fuck it!”
‘Cause every past life cycles back twice so if my blossoming revealing: That constant feeling with every breath that I was sent back from my own death--
‘Nother chance to get life right is worth the fire in my chest? Then I’ma make every verse blast the test

I've given up on finding rest; I'm minding the measure of what I invest
Like the Who expressed “Love, reign on me” and leather gets strong when wet
(Like your mom, giving her best) sliding up to Poseidon’s treasure chest
Colliding the blessing of “No losses only lessons” with these punchy, raunchy jests

So far past regret that I have to get to what comes after the Divine rapture, final chapter and master time capture.
In other words I have to spit honesty by the ounce, make each moment count.
I reckon any second I might have to bounce.
So my days amount to bringing everything full round.

That's what I mean whenever I rhyme “Aware of my swerving, bare when I clear hurdles, no squares in my circle.”
It's not just a quirky roll, not just how I pull dirty, flirty and nerdy souls,
It's how I serve my role. Scoping whole, that's how I flip the script and rip up the totem pole!

Too much blazing flame, not how we raise the game, not how I stay real to my name
Set to outrun because every predictable move has a predictable outcome
My story might only touch yours where we read and listen to each other
Entangled minds meet so I give all in every beat as I would to a lover

That's my druthers, unlike any other, never stutter, fuck with me and I’ll rip up your mother, send you the video, so you can see her sit in my lap and moan
Spit from the dome, fitted in my zone. I was born to bring this home!
Berserker behind barbed wire curtains, even worse in person
Blurting off, striding each spot, no hiding in improv

So I spray to stay awake everyday.
Je ne veux pas que ces reves! I do not want these dreams!
I sought to shunt the stream, at first it was just a front it seemed,
But thirst at once unwinded curtain seams, blind yet certain from behind the scenes.

Sit in the hunger of delight. I still feel rightly, daily and nightly that “It's a Wonderful Life.”
And while I never awaited angel wings out of the blue? The rainbows that cut through remind me of what every bell rings true…
Even though those names wouldn't mean a thing to any of you.
When entropy turns everything flat, by God's Wrath, Allah’s Math or Time elapse?

I’ll go down devout to being me, remain true and change the moods of a few Valkyries
Parallel thinking slips 4th dimensionally
Loki’s ink kiss re-route to the sea
Living on the brink of this so “Let it be”

Whisper words of visions, set it free
If you follow my curse? Then you'll know from all I disperse the wonder revolves
Blunder of the gods? “A distant thunder” carries
Like Ray Bradbury warned first. I learned it second but upon inspection what I carry is unrehearsed

In a living hologram universe I’ll give all from each hand and verse

Always massively lauding the mental rinse, never a passive audience
Rue the one-note receivers, the unquestioning true believers, doing me means being neither

One day I'll learn how to stop. One day I’ll walk 16 blocks with Sa-Roc, match her bar for bar
Never pollute the air with audio that's sub-par. That's what makes a socially conscious rap czar
Never open my mouth unless it's substance to spout. Even in comedy everyone knows that’s what I'm about!