nightshift scribble...
Practice surgical reading of Guns and ammo, perform stunts in camo
With Blunts and grammar I enact in prose for cunts with manners
Slump the cannon, I don’t jack for beats I just bump the random
Stop the press, the view from the cockpit is locked on concocted mess
Shock the guests by loading the rocket; aiming on blocked optic stress
See visions, it’s a movie like act when I carry out my vocab in verse
Flows stab the pervs, glow with the words and shine bright with verbs
Observe the limelight; nerds get served with perfect rhymes like…
The header is blizz is divine creating incisions in time not missing a line
It’s Rap in its prime, they flap at this mack when I slap ‘em with grime
Just grapple the sides, pages ripped outta this rhyme book gets burnt
Turn the other cheek and don’t peek at the whips on the slave ship
Because this matrix is corrupted by the hatred makeshift patriots
What’s safety? Blizz blaze the soft words spoken in prose and cons
Eject brass from my mouth piece, a grouch pleasing the slouch thieves
And for every action there’s a cause, earth is a prison with flaws
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I’m on a Mission to pause that reaction; there are faults in the fractions
Pass the math and do the right choice…for every human there’s a voice…
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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