The Stoned Clairvoyant of Hip Hop

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Underground like Hoffa – Subjugate like Baron Karza (Kartha) – You don't want smoke no roach, you rap hoax Faux Kafka – Celebrate made a holiday out ya worst horror – Unparalleled peril pen whip up an anguish worth sum dollars – Rappers cut themselves on the knife I was Holding – Determined to sharpen letters Determined to kill better – You dared to dream to succeed where God's Failed – Made a mockery – A novelty even the fake bеing fake is Authentic – Cops pop hoods to block dash cams – 5 exclamation points !!!!! for еmphasis Salts the clouds – no second sight incoherent From experience inert a wreckage Cigarette filters and oceans congested Mentally breached under the siege Bereaved a pain wave a point of entry pen W/a slasher films precision – a shellfish toxin Mixed w/ water frozen into the form of a dart Dissolved in the blood stream stopped your heart Your kingdom is a hole in the ground – This is not sleep – sleep is death's 8 hr. Volunteer dress rehearsal – Death is a sleeping contest that lasts forever That sooner affects you than ME – You a WASH – A bidet This is debris – in disarray – A perfumed scent of sweat rot – And decay foes in an artisan bowl resemble Soup shaped as a urinal during decomp – A new thought for an object a readymade A urinal bowl signed R. Mutt by Duchamp – The Stoned Clairvoyant of Hip Hop – The All- Star Matta Wilfredo Lam of rap That I am – In Summer Camp, I learned I like ants – I was that kid alone on the playground w/ the bag of Lay's Potato chips alone on the swings by himself That let an ant crawl onto a potato chip then Ate it – then I licked the salt from my lips – That's some stupid embarrassing dumb kid shit – The first time I tried anal @ 18, it was an accident She bled a little – not enough lube but spit – And all I could fit- Was the tip – It's not vaginal so no natural lubricant – And you can't aim your dick straight You have to take the tip and enter down and then left – it was awesome – I liked it – but my reviews were mixed – My dick was squeezed into a confined space That it barely fit, but it felt dry, warm Yet pleasant – magnificent – now I'm Obsessed w/ that shit – when I pulled out – The tip of my dick was covered in a mound of shit That smeared onto the sheets – The aroma was wretched – lingered and reeked – That scent carried over beats – Why is ink adverse to sleep? Usually, I can't sleep – sleep is death's 8 hr. dress rehearsal – btwn 3 and 5am – The pen is an unworthy friend – This fickled thing – A pen made sure that sleep is denied me – Sleep is death's 8 hr. dress rehearsal I watched a Spanish soap opera on an iPad Propped on top of my girlfriend's head And she dreamt in Spanish – My girlfriend asked me "If I write a rhyme on your head, would It be my rhyme?" I replied "Stay still, as I'm writing the next line" An empty page aches to greet me – Haunting me in the after times in Better days – I use to sleep instead of using ink where I'm awake and now my eyes are strained – Evasive in rest even in darkness – I answer to the ink I serve – It yearns to end the triumph of a blank Page as ink's servant, I am suffering – Why is ink so adverse to sleep? – Why is ink so adverse to sleep? – It's 5:30 in the morning so there's No sunlight – Getting up to go to work, my girl is holding Her phone over the page as I write – Fresh like a baby eating its own poop Out the pamper – Look @ you innocently – Smiling, rubbing its tummy, smeared Feces all over its mouth - smacking its lips Saying, "Yeah, I'm the shit!" "Yeah, I'm the shit!"