Even when I shouldn't

Doing me as Loki means overloading what's free, but to go past blowing a flow enrapt in lust to crack the Earth’s crust and show quakes that resonate far and wide,
Bars splitting the far side of the globe like Krakatoa…
Showing all of Noah means taking shit to level next, bite a lioness on the back of the neck, Zion couldn't expect.
I’m the Scion of Firebreath releasing my pulverizing steeze in a sulfurous breeze like a bulimic Phoenix, reaching deep inside, vibing with my own tribe wherever they stay, all day, everyday.

Shown to clown with a stolen crown but it's just too hard for me to slow down.
When I come to your town, let my name slip, watch a thousand hypocrites shit, no apologies for flipping the script on  tricknollegy
All of we is anomalies, so I don't even need rhymes to find my own kind. We hold the bright candles, meet at right angles,
My real peeps are Nerd Riddlers, Word Wizards and Sultry Sorceresses who lit the eternal torches.

No need to force what fits, enough internal gifts to handle the situation shifts
I can't be the only one so touched with bridging the rift as to have it on their “Fuck it List” to move through entanglements
And seduce someone who doesn't speak a word of my language
But that's where emotional understanding fits

Words merely decorate what is handled when we gift others with the best of our resonance
Close reaching the secret frequencies without hesitance
Within that span sits high impact dynamics, settling into an intimacy managed by minds touching hands, dancing betwixt
What's apparent in the mix carries the gist

A fearless bareness to twist where everything unseen shares graceful like tasting an air kiss
It isn't tantric hocus pocus; it’s being that aware without an ounce of doubt or carelessness
But nary can I even speculate upon this chamber before I find a changing range of my zone
Like instinctively deciphering the pheromones of each stranger upon which I hone

Switching the pictures. I'm not hooked on prose to flow
What shows on the fly like the pages displayed between pairs of strangers eyes is part of my condition that grows
The real addiction is the seeding of poems whenever I make a real woman moan
So there’s so many of these I can never release, and each idea blizzard?

Introduced through the conduit groove
Reconfigures the amygdala like a liquored up wizard
Displaying the growth of what innately shows like Han Solo nonchalantly letting go with “I know.”
And that kind of node zealously sticks, even when I get tricked, played as a jealousy stick

Each time I tell myself “This is it. Last time I let that crime override my animal mind.”
And yet the moments make me forget
So if I haven't adapted enough yet, invested in passing the wrong tests?
If it was a mistake to play that role, learn that ground, turn you around and bite the back of your neck the first night we met?

I might've overstepped, buuuut…
That's just how I express my best!
Extending what's in my nature and chest
I can't get above matching that bet

Go fact check, ask my lovers and enemies if I’ve exaggerated yet!
That's how I get overtook, respond to a look only the truly receptive can catch.
Too much upfront? To make the right or wrong one gush was my only want.
So if that release is too blunt, and gets me caught and shot?

Fuck it, you only die once! Fly high, no fronts
End to end everything I do? I do differently from other men.
That's always been my path around every bend
There wasn't ever a time when my internal design didn't spree berserker urgently, fiery curses from me, searching for the Divine in every pair of eyes, path and mind that crossed mine,

Everyone I befriended in time, finding my own kind and working these…
I just wasted too many days staying the miles, playing silent, abstaining from spraying violence, showing so many dumbfucks mercy!
Never verbally murdering their self esteem because I was tolerating the worst they could be.
But remaining peaceably ceasing on Easy Street? Was how they kept jerking me.

So Loki kept listening, never slept, just practiced discipline. If you were the sort to get spiteful with me for sport?
Just be kind and mindful next time you see me. It’ll be far easier to exercise friendly harmony than try for an underhanded status trap victory over me.
Verbal chatter mastery isn't the only martial stature I got after, just a release for social disease.
If there is an afterlife they can catch me twice, ‘cause Noah and Loki? Each only carries half the vice.

If not? That's a’ight. I’ll patter away and learn through the eternal night
Fuck it. Improbability can turn my new frenetic condition, genetic edition to a work of fiction! Re-envision ahead
So I slipped on the unsaid. Too late to apologize, which isn’t congruent anyways to what beats in my chest, no regrets.
Bricks fell on my head from castles in the sky, when my rascal soul was captured and stalled

Lasso me to what doesn't appear but remains near to all... No fear of the raw
Feel like an ambassador to Themyscira
Coasting on the breeze, Zen enabled globally like a wren to a wrabel
I’ll still make the grade like Jack escaped from the Fables…Coming back for more like Cable returning from 2044!

In every reality that’s the shit I was made for!
Well, that and being a chaos enabler, crime flavored, grime slayer, rhyme sayer plus your mom's favorite prayer!
The world is different once you take full responsibility for the intention behind every ounce of communication
The sound of spilling free, every pound of accountability is the sound of milling me

This shit isn't a privilege of talent. It's building off the challenge of balancing all of me
Having me believing that the spirits inside of me have cabin fever
Betwixt Hell and Heaven. Gel with where I’m dwelling. Foretell the path.
“Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven kicked his ass!”

“What the fuck, Noah! What’re you, nine years old?”
“And a half!”
Tu quoque, true quotes from me
Flow follows me like heat signature in a breeze, because I throw all of me into colloquy

Some conversations can go without repeating, even when their echo is still feeding
Lending bliss, no emptiness in need of feeding. Serendipitous seeding antonymous to livid bleeding.
What lives on is always leading. And my kind is set to sail,
Still reading those roads by braille, mapping the montage the same way I get enrapt in massage.

Follow the path that calls, no matter the cause, til it scatters into a montage
Every risk I take matters, the stressings become lessons, facets in a collage
Mistakes in my history hold greater stake than victories
Been burning them for enrichment since I was young

Eventually there’ll be the one I can't return from
But everything is everything so Noah takes the ride and Loki ensures that it’s anthologized
Show the world the distilled after so future generations can out-will and be wise
Setting shit right means far more than the fight.