Claiming the World

Claiming the World

Too much gravity in my rap like a rabid Rabbi looking to the Mossad for allies.

Hooking a turn I shook the façade of crooks who robbed when they resolved to use the Book of God to wall off the world abroad. Called off the dogs after the Crusades. People got played off it and those pages stayed as a back-pocket stitch…

…but the last oral feature that morally reached Peter from his Jesus teacher wasn’t slack off coffers to fit or golden offers and shit or beholden plutocratic pseudo-mathematics the Vatican matched quick for back-pocket switches!

The last wish before the crucifix was: “Lift a rock, break a stick. Hear my voice. Find my love everywhere.” (I wasn’t slinging rhyming game, check King James, what I bring is as true as my name.)

You can’t stem the tide; it’s not totemic pride; God isn’t above. The love rides inside. Every mother who ever carried is an utter miracle like Mary. Turning lives spherical on inspection like the Immaculate Conception. I’m not in a hurry to wage war on those who heard the Word INSIDE see. I’m just set to employ my voice to destroy the unholy Clergy. It’s my debt I can’t forget. I was sent to expose the Vatican and destroy OPEC!

In the port of outlaws it’s a sport to get raw, like taking an Orc’s left to the jaw. I’m past nerves, slack disturbs and attack verbs that run backwards show more of what I saw!

Like the whole Schizophrenic Orchestra got blitzed and spent it on a roar from one maw! I’ll match it if it displays every facet of all that I saw. Crash it and spray, off the map when I flow further like a whole murder of crows set to caw! Flow to show the Orchestra? Backwards is it still a force so raw?

Orchestra. Artsehcro. I’m part necro, so let’s start this test yo! Depart blessed and grow. You’ve been marked by some of the best flow. Smart and collected from the Wild West’s painful glow! It’s my natural untamed show like Ronnie James Dio’s Rainbow. Because I can’t restrain my roll no mo!

I can’t avoid the missives that toy with me and hijack my lips, taking my pain and leaving in my brain nothing but ellipses. No bluffing it just slips free…

…when I employ the whole Schizoid Orchestra. Blue enemy noises, too many voices, rue any choices. My true friends, to you I extend the ploy of this: mon cher, mon ami, mistresses, homies I kick it with, comrades and drunken cats who match me for rap, take it and run with this spree:

This world was made to be reclaimed by you and me. The stains and the vice, the pain of this life, that’s not how it was meant to be! That’s just a temporary illusion from the incremental delusions set by Patriarchy! So keep using the spark, keep moving like a shark, stay loose and snarky.  Abusive developments in malarkey like the Government telling you choose them or choose Anarchy?

FUCK YOUR ULTIMATUMS! Manipulation sucks and those tricks don’t rate even as a 1! I’ll try my luck like Chip Tatum! (Before he died he found a way to play back the CIA.)

Slack divides to conquer. Black and white responses are how they hold you right. Keep you polarized. That’s how they managed to divide the Panthers and then watch them fight and scamper in the mud and shit as Bloods and Crips. (In the 80’s they tried to join and gel yo. That hadn’t been successful since the 70’s and COINTELPRO. Factcheck my fast-raps yet, there’s always more they won’t tell yo!) Colder inside. Meanwhile those in control are folding their cards with eyes on the door.

It’s just a holding force. I told you there’s more. What’s around is all a distraction like Andrew Jackson’s Stonewall actions. 1%’ers are stalling but getting fast with falling. What’s more, they’re not set for Occupation. Outwait and we can break ‘em. Every day is yours if you remake it to win!