pacing
Still killing them, still ill,
filling em with penicillin and benadryl
Drillin' or fillin',
spillin' my feelings, willin'
My ties are killin' through your buildings
Built -in defense mechanism,
the pivot and dodge
I'm in a montage,
a moose has it enlarged
Watchin' your squad give
handjobs to your mobs
Spittin' in globs,
flippin' a wad of large knots
Twistin' the knobs, it's analog
In a long line through the smog
And the grime and the crimes
and the piss and the bile
My style spits wild like drunken sailors
Impale the failers to the railer with a nail gun
Get a pail and a mop for the vomit
I don't take aims subliminally
I name names, contain flames,
I'm vain
Pardon me ma 'am, my manner is manners,
show the mic of my menace
I'm
Michael
Myers, applying the latex with a spatula
Step into character,
splatter your dome over the walls, bro
APC in lowercase,
show my face in your videos
Yo, I don't fumble or waste I spit quick,
kick you in the face
Collapse you with a vial in a back brace
Put you in a attaché case
M .Syed, I stumble over snakes
Make the jungle rumble,
shake to the base
Crack your vase from the 8 .8, hate,
can't see I stay over your camp like a streetlamp
bee
On slant, out the amp,
make your room all
plants
Sick while you in drag
Me, I got crowds moving
like you in flags
That's what it is, kids, my bids
88 bars, scars
Roaming through dark
streets in the headlights
of cars
A lullaby of knives, apathetic like a mirror
No judgment. I see a memory whose roots of affection are
frozen and entangled drama within dimensions of a trap
I'm pre pared with limbs heavy in
the bath of drowning sleepers.
No rattling and a riot of impulses
Staggering like four legs on one man
Each appendage absorbed
in its own agenda.
A crippled whistle from a broken kettle
because motion is mis direction
Stagnant weeds, pursuit,
a gamble of desperate dreams.
Scared into impotence, no rent.
Now I'll march a bravado
You're not a writer, a write -off.
Rip my nerve button, hands up.
Turn to stone like a stick -up.
Peer like gloves and socks
Retreat, embracing your end like lovers
Gla cier, slick penguin, tuxedo,
phosphorus, esophagus
Exquisite vivid in exhibition,
language like toys
Floating with mischievous delight
When if it succeeds, it fails
A very utter progress,
pacing as an exercise
Hoping maybe if you closed your eyes your world
might disappear
We are the future