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Waking Up
Oh is flow your game?
I know the frame.
I go from the same
Fueled invasion place.
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
Unfettered my agitation to slay,
Excitation to phrase with lucid imagination,
Intuitive self-education, proof in every statement
My tongue yearns to learn to burn undone
Like a demon of unreason set to pray.
I just spray, injustice and dismay, bust the Republic!
Don't trust it; they govern slick but truly gay.
Unruly ways and exposes are tools of my fray.
I'm hopeful to get social and invoke my roll
To end the local yokel padiddle and poke
Reign of fronting, abstain in nothing,
My pain is something to fuel hunches and rule.
Primary entertainment is scary investigations
Carried through in every statement.
Fueled for motion dynamically engaged,
Dueling is my notion a piranha enraged
But cooled through an ocean...
...a collection of dreams interjected
With inspections of protection schemes,
Reflections of scenes, hyper-messed
To a jester's gleam, reaching divine
With each rhyme to beachhead into minds
Like a high dive unwinding into a viper's nest.
Bless the screams, the best of means,
Aspiring to higher connections
Like desire mentioned in a tiger's inflection...
...and like the anti-hero marrow behind
The zero tarot card the fool plays his part,
Schooled to pray through art,
Jewelz sprayed in shards, handling,
Never stammering, clever spray,
Scrambling, letters hammering his fray,
Mangling, unfettered, slamming info. blizzards
Like sinful wizards with pens full of quiz words
Every way. Bold fooling and provoking,
Cold rules roasting like old school coasting
But cooled through an ocean...
...to show a riddle to blow a ripple in preconception,
Myth-invention and incidentally issue
Incendiary glimpses rinsing unlimited winces
Into ill intentions below the middle
To slow and cripple like the might of Christ
Turned to vice and had to dream
Of Mary Magdalene's holy nipple.
Astounded and adored
When she pounded on the door,
Independent in the first intention
He found a whore and rolled an individual.
With rhymes divine and subliminal,
Unwinding and searching without lurching
Like a church hymnal. I trust in another vision
Because my gutter wisdom is the utter cynicism
From the scraggy Queen Magdalene's mother mission.
Oh is flow your game?
I know the frame.
I go from the same
Fueled invasion place.
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
Life is war, strife is sore,
Giving up the fight isn't living right
Just a bore, but the knife implores.
A dove's blood is still runny.
Above and sunny, love and money,
Ride your honor, divide and conquer,
Hide your ganj from your sponsor.
Vibe with more responses for sure
Allure among the quick, sick and impure,
Listening for the whirr...
...of blades made to pierce and separate
With silent violent science.
So near, a fate to appear too late,
To fear is to hesitate. But my nights are more,
Sights in store, with a right splash
Like the bright flash of an acid bath
A blade is snapped in half!
Might and gore stifles the poor, life is war.
War is manna every day.
What's in store Mama, say?
Blues and loose truth like the core of Ray?
Charles snarled but with a spark better
Than Charlie Starkweather,
No stroll in the park but my roll isn't a lark
Of murder. Instead a further disturbance
Turgid to use music to loosen attitudes
Goose the prudes. Urgent to finally stand,
High mileage King of the Land,
Wily blind man paid his dues,
Slayed playlists and critics,
Roasted them and then coasted by
To toast them too. Like Ray, Spike Lee,
Des'ree and MLK I abstain to quit,
Sworn not to reform or conform, refrain to fit,
Claim my shit, pain makes me quick,
Getting above it turning mud into bricks
From blues like Jews under Egyptian whips.
Creation of Pyramids a statement of Masons,
Let's be clear on this, places sediment
As a permanent resident towards the testament
And resume of instigation of my fray
In civilization's disarray. No riddle
Slavery and feudal days made attitudes stay
So the public is subtly used to this way.
Never absolving the gay chatter of slave masters,
My gray matter gets on ya' daily.
Marijuana makes me flay
And patter more honest everyway,
And war is manna every day.
Stroking naughty, provoking oddities
As Loki of Literati. Know the name,
Never slow or tame but growing from pain.
Flow is your game?
I know the frame.
I go from the same fueled invasion place,
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
I know the frame.
I go from the same
Fueled invasion place.
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
Unfettered my agitation to slay,
Excitation to phrase with lucid imagination,
Intuitive self-education, proof in every statement
My tongue yearns to learn to burn undone
Like a demon of unreason set to pray.
I just spray, injustice and dismay, bust the Republic!
Don't trust it; they govern slick but truly gay.
Unruly ways and exposes are tools of my fray.
I'm hopeful to get social and invoke my roll
To end the local yokel padiddle and poke
Reign of fronting, abstain in nothing,
My pain is something to fuel hunches and rule.
Primary entertainment is scary investigations
Carried through in every statement.
Fueled for motion dynamically engaged,
Dueling is my notion a piranha enraged
But cooled through an ocean...
...a collection of dreams interjected
With inspections of protection schemes,
Reflections of scenes, hyper-messed
To a jester's gleam, reaching divine
With each rhyme to beachhead into minds
Like a high dive unwinding into a viper's nest.
Bless the screams, the best of means,
Aspiring to higher connections
Like desire mentioned in a tiger's inflection...
...and like the anti-hero marrow behind
The zero tarot card the fool plays his part,
Schooled to pray through art,
Jewelz sprayed in shards, handling,
Never stammering, clever spray,
Scrambling, letters hammering his fray,
Mangling, unfettered, slamming info. blizzards
Like sinful wizards with pens full of quiz words
Every way. Bold fooling and provoking,
Cold rules roasting like old school coasting
But cooled through an ocean...
...to show a riddle to blow a ripple in preconception,
Myth-invention and incidentally issue
Incendiary glimpses rinsing unlimited winces
Into ill intentions below the middle
To slow and cripple like the might of Christ
Turned to vice and had to dream
Of Mary Magdalene's holy nipple.
Astounded and adored
When she pounded on the door,
Independent in the first intention
He found a whore and rolled an individual.
With rhymes divine and subliminal,
Unwinding and searching without lurching
Like a church hymnal. I trust in another vision
Because my gutter wisdom is the utter cynicism
From the scraggy Queen Magdalene's mother mission.
Oh is flow your game?
I know the frame.
I go from the same
Fueled invasion place.
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
Life is war, strife is sore,
Giving up the fight isn't living right
Just a bore, but the knife implores.
A dove's blood is still runny.
Above and sunny, love and money,
Ride your honor, divide and conquer,
Hide your ganj from your sponsor.
Vibe with more responses for sure
Allure among the quick, sick and impure,
Listening for the whirr...
...of blades made to pierce and separate
With silent violent science.
So near, a fate to appear too late,
To fear is to hesitate. But my nights are more,
Sights in store, with a right splash
Like the bright flash of an acid bath
A blade is snapped in half!
Might and gore stifles the poor, life is war.
War is manna every day.
What's in store Mama, say?
Blues and loose truth like the core of Ray?
Charles snarled but with a spark better
Than Charlie Starkweather,
No stroll in the park but my roll isn't a lark
Of murder. Instead a further disturbance
Turgid to use music to loosen attitudes
Goose the prudes. Urgent to finally stand,
High mileage King of the Land,
Wily blind man paid his dues,
Slayed playlists and critics,
Roasted them and then coasted by
To toast them too. Like Ray, Spike Lee,
Des'ree and MLK I abstain to quit,
Sworn not to reform or conform, refrain to fit,
Claim my shit, pain makes me quick,
Getting above it turning mud into bricks
From blues like Jews under Egyptian whips.
Creation of Pyramids a statement of Masons,
Let's be clear on this, places sediment
As a permanent resident towards the testament
And resume of instigation of my fray
In civilization's disarray. No riddle
Slavery and feudal days made attitudes stay
So the public is subtly used to this way.
Never absolving the gay chatter of slave masters,
My gray matter gets on ya' daily.
Marijuana makes me flay
And patter more honest everyway,
And war is manna every day.
Stroking naughty, provoking oddities
As Loki of Literati. Know the name,
Never slow or tame but growing from pain.
Flow is your game?
I know the frame.
I go from the same fueled invasion place,
Schooled in abrasion and grace,
Dueled in every location and place.
Published 21st Jul 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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21st Jul 2012 5:31pm
16th Oct 2012 2:54am
Thank you for reading a loooong firebomb and for noticing... the idea-sandwich technique. I like wrapping things up to show the theme was explored but still self-contained.
23rd Oct 2012 7:05am
