[Motif] Never lost in transit or stranded — I’m nomadic.. I’ve got (dirty) habits that wreak havoc with my antics — I’m outlandish — I’m a bad b*tch.. Like a mechanical mannequin bearing brass phantom limbs — I’m mixing batches, I’m lighting matches, as I go in for the win — again and again.. In fact, I’m running ragged with a million manuscripts of semantics — all back handed textbook scholastics, so I call ‘em “The
Tick tock tick tock — I look at my stopwatch non-stop.. It’s only a matter of time before I hear the knock knock and then the Glock pop.. It’s a long shot, sh*t won’t go wrong if I’m not long gone, but I’m closed off and remain calm.. Chop chop at the chop shop, as I break into the deposit box.. It’s worth a shot for this hot spot — I just can’t be stopped cause
I’m a bad*ss b*tch and I’m killin’ it.. No more wishin’ it cause I’m livin’ it.. My minds equipped, got no time for sh*t.. My signs are so aligned I shine without a moment missed.. I’m so f*ckin’ lit, I’m a fire pit that’s breaking bricks.. My biggest hits are rapping rhymes while doing lines that make me trip..In fact, I’m so magnificent I’m f*cking writing manuscripts while I unzip & start to strip..Just can’t
[Innocence Is Infinite ] New day, new sun type of omen is my slogan that I’ve chosen as my Trojan horse.. So of course, I keep flowin’ like a smoking gun — one and done — I’ve got you stunned.. I’ve almost won the battlefront by being blunt of what’s discussed.. But I’m just coping, hoping I don’t push my luck and self-destruct.. Oh how I lust to readjust, but have no trust so go
[Pencil Lead, Vinyl Thread] There’s a repetition that’s arisen as a rhythm in my head.. Breathing hidden wisdom to precision with its pencil lead to my letterhead.. Since by definition my religion makes decisions with musicians as my figurehead — gonna form the composition of my lyricism through the symbolism of the visions aforesaid.. I’m so interlocked like a cinder block — all my talk becomes a building block — building aftershocks round the clock like a cuckoo clock.. No tomahawk can break the codes
© KineticParallax 2024
© KineticParallax 2024
