Sunday, June 21, 2020

A Shard Day's Night



Been siftin’, driftin’ and unseen.
Blind to Oculus Supreme.
false hero
Falls past zero
Sphere, the true obscene.
Set loose, without truce,
bruised. Gotta bust
out wherever I'm strapped
got to get me autonomous.
what they need, I get
never hes-it-ant
first to get
both feet wet
don't need no
co-ord-in-ates.

Blind sons get
swept, kept in cage.
A spirit, wanton-invoked
by chance or as staged?
Free, once yolked
dread pastors
dodging preachers.
I'm the one,
behind one,
and deeper.
Ultra-violent wave
Enslaves the saved
so brave evade the reach.
flatten firmamanet
Know I, unleashed

Never reposed
we goin’ dodo
Folks lean o’
board,
So po’
my face, they know.
Sharing low episodes?
Time passin’
in rhymes and verses.
Ashes have followed me,
This me comes in service.

Loot.
Fancy boots.
Got robbed while in
'sleep mode'
Demon tech hung me out,
Lizard plays and he keeps

I'm Cyclops level, droppin’
mystical crystals.
Me and them like
mortar and pestle.


Friday, June 19, 2020

2020 Visions

You Pro-form with your snow storm,
  But diluted and muted apart.
           You snooze your conscience? What? 
                   You think they got your back?


Only back they got is the past.
Restate the values, refresh the cast.
Safe in numbers, mob flock is called upon
erasin' Dixon now fixin' bayonets, grunts and pawns.


"Our kind already here" None of that!
Compassion trumped by fear.
Cambridge, new age game, raised hater's bar
Charlottesville had some thrilled, bald heads behind bars.
Madness, or race inflamed . . . both scar.
Spar when my neighbors claimin’ "We've come far"

Media, free to ya, swipe-fight-drama
One man knelt-on, called for his mama.
One man on knee, so we’d face the beast,
Got released. Irreproachable. Towering. Peace. 

    “Show no 
emotions here . . .” 
            (But you got the stank of fear)
                 "Felt safe in swell of peers!" 
                    a fence line, neglect, despair 
                   . . . see that from way up there?
                           High horse, clear course, all's fair.
                               “They’ll feel no welcome here”
                                     
                        

Hostiles bold, keep prophet's cold.
Hit list toll broke finest molds.
To brutalize, the pig relies
on a shield, state cliqued up to ride, 
over the poor and kickin' in doors
thin blue line they cross, daily, tally the score.


Once your seen, the system awaits,
bow to the devils or proud, laid to waste.
Every turn, there's hells gates pipin' hot at dawn,
kneel for the victims, feel we still 4th and real long.
Done dealin'. Get them acres, they'll be tillin'
Call it stealin' does the real villain.


Media, need the dumb thumb fight drama.
All blue looked on, could not be calmer.
One man who kneeled, asked we face the beast:
unemployed, irreproachable, power in peace.


These countries south of here, we broke up into shares.
    Those great white swells of peers, few might be corporate chairs.
        High horse, your force, all's fair,
            right-to-be unimpeded, so cheer (!).
                Well-done and Raw must share, 
                       if there is to be shelter here.


Americanized. American skies.
Puritanical pulpit is high.
Invisible ink, sinks named victimized 
History flipped, capsized.


American Dream: relieved, retired.
Sight alignment, sight picture acquired. 
History's lies piled high, still rise.
Inestimable, the victimized.
                        *
Inestimable, the victimized

ZDLR: I RESPECT YOUR BURNING FIGHT. GRATITUDE, MAD LOVE, FUNK ARSENIC . . .





                  

Monday, June 15, 2020

Nolo Contendre

The dark side of my truth 
where the worst i'm capable of,
it blasts,
out of my grasp
my fists 
fast to give answer 
bashed a bastard 
he was wrecked
Caught on tape, 
in a net,
The DAs flapped their capes.


Caught a case on a waste and lost a horde of shit
practically stripped
civil suit for half a mil hit

My self worth in the rough
mental and nutsack scuffed, 
Three lawyers and no job, what? Legal stuff sucks.

East coast, where my crew busts off
Friends got straight laid off
some just canned, paid off

I'm the Big Will Philly meter
where the rhythm and the danger, matter 
Scare bareheadz, brains scatter. 

 Test, test, testin’ your spectacles
 2020 vision, no incisions on testicles
So many fools been sweating me,
swinging from deez, I nearly got a vasectomy.
Let ‘em be, back off please
I need ball room, give refectory,
Don’t come near my chandelier trajectory  
Holy Allah Akbar! His testicular terroristry! 
Sketched priests heads down in the rectory.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Gun the Tools

Get ‘blood red rich’ methods expand
In ways no different from early man,
stolen land,
Bloody hands 
extend to create debt
Or poison the well, leave dirty water.
“Thirty? Martyr?
Dead tomorrow
Feast tonight, fret not, 
Your charter?
Valid.
Movement?
Pallid. 
Tools gun’d up
weapons free 
Snuff any upcoming talent
Bearin’ any resemblance 
To the eminent 
Savior
Waive ya
Chrome and metal some
If that don’t settle ‘em?

Ready. 
Set. 
Wet ’em son,

Any labor leader, 
here’s a penny, fade a preacher,
Pop a clip into a fool who think he a tool of holy prism
They organize under lies 
With the goal of communism.
Tell the money del Norte 
They prayed with shades of terrorism, 
Knock a fool down, guns got tools now,
fuck their heroism 
We ain’t listenin’ to leaders 
lest they got some Herod in ‘em.”

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Thank you to Immortal Technique for inspiration. May the fallen know peace, and the wicked know justice. Or vengeance.