![]() Ideas oscillate around the perimeter of my membrane With enzymes of life to crucifications of death/ my mic check Till the tool is recycled/ and I drop it as a dime Turned to flat lines/ echoing chimes evap my mind The microphone dies/ resting in pieces it lies/ measurements on the modulator in sines Through rhythms that indenture/ the soul/ fellows/ crucify/ but I justifyĪnd electrify/ with the power of my third eye/ why ask why Of monumental structures/ rupture lungs/ when trajectories puncture Words raise resurrection/ keeps heads up like erections Life or death/ check my synopsis of getting wreckĪmateur styles/ yet they all claim pro-tech/-son Micromic wave functions/ deviated/ from the heat of my toneīreaks the beat/ accomplishes feats with my poem Lacerate his cardic/ Chain his brain/ then I whip him/ for creamīust upon his back like seam-men led aloof so they shipwreck within the wet dreamĪnd nothing fruitful grows/ when the mindstate is soiledĪnd strategic ray’s mold foiled/ reactions/ from the radiation of Surely/ I mold the maligned mechanism/ Knifing the next victim I contact/ memory to recount that / I’m holy like the covenantĭivine not ignorant/ ranting and raving/ being enslavedįor stern command/ of civilized servants/ of the manīond my words in hemoglobin that ceases my physical time spanĬhange wavelengths my mind is a polaric magnetĪttract the wildest heads due to the plumbus in their gatsĬock-back/ I twist a mic off like a 40 cap Born to pick it up and abuse the tool the baddestĪLAS/ Once again it’s that biblical fableīrethren’s falling victim to the Cain’s like Ableīut thine art unable/ to perish under perilous contract
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