Natural

Discerning shifts, like an eternal burning journalist. A Hell reporter like gelling with Mordor
And still merc a show. Not a journeyman's flow
No squares in my circle
Work your whole. Smirk and roll
Bliss-burst vertical captured? Is the literal visual definition of rapture

Rapture is upright uplifted, just tight like kisses and bites of the gifted
Riffing slices upon catching a whiff of gist
Slipping like the mixed up kick of fine whiskey and jazz, tripping the rift to pass, Betty Shabazz, made her own way back from Hajj

Just let me gab, some pneumonic junk, chronically dump, honest lumps, hypersonic jumps, subtext-vibrato-hunch, popping rhymes, all staccato punchlines, almost nothing stumps, like Project: Crunk.

Hunger blinds on the front lines, quasar shine, we’re made from stars, comet crunch, cosmic drunk, Cesare Borgia was a motherfucking punk. Suckers, doubters and haters had me loud and motivated from jump

So what's social nutrition and spiritual health? If we're all here as well. More within the verse of whim, lore comes in from all the Earth's spin, every shot another spot for the gigantic super-organism. Humanity's hymn, consciousness never halts, wherever sips gestalt, tipsy off the results, file shit from way above, psychic buzz, life of love, live every moment that was, just fucking cuz.

Spontaneous firesprees, simultaneous release, no feigning my steeze, ask any Queen who's ever been with me, wake me from a deep sleep and still catch a rain of quips, clever mania sits, never extraneous, I remain in this, when I join the Earth's grain my name will visit the next untamed bulimic Phoenix set to spit higher desire and anomalies with every degree of fire in the breeze. Blessed be, Let it be, a level ahead of me is where I'm living, why FutureMe keeps giving further scenes to see and steer my decisions.
Like getting suited with ink within 4 years span, move to Portland, use my rigor, lucrative vigor, groove my figure, earn dues as a male stripper.
Fuck it I flip the script on every picture, askance my stance and I was born to dance, so why not make my bones right within my zone? You only die once so price your fly vibe and make it your own!

Stellar mixture, hip to the allure, infinitum rhythm and meridian rhymes run my ticker
Twisted sicker, epiphany's wet burst when she squirts is my liquor, deliver the sum, and my silver tongue drips the elixir forming
No painful stainhold remains because I believe in no shame pouring
Crucify that game’s movement like Juice Newton?
Call me Angel of the Morning. Then rip your vows, as I sip you down South, never miss the route that a cunning linguist is about
Strip the proud of their laurels, and reach the pure
But I'm no moral leader; I'm just the oral feature, and these lips are devout and worn
Whisper growl a quiet storm
Turn the hidden to a norm
Like an anthropologist to a midden, to the future the past warns
Read that and shudder
I can't believe it's not gutter
And if you can't get past that?
You can guzzle 40 quarts of duck butter from Sasquatch's hairy ass crack!
Wait, that shit's not new flow
I rhymed that last quip 3 years ago
Fuck it, I'll just blow this raw, bloopers can get resolved without pause
Like a supernova in a cup of java
Catch that free off of me
As in catch me anywhere B, spot me a coffee and I’ll break it all down with you, everything we can resolve and evolve, rip and caw with a split jaw, like the Predator’s maw til the whole fucking room goes “Ha-ha!” That's the only price for my vice so raw.
I'll prove every oddity I'm boosting, every naughty inducement, body grooving, every loose whim natural with awe like the revolution of Che Guevara!
Empirical miracles of an anti-hero who slays to stun, native tongue is to caw, lyrical law, still clearing everything near so far!