taken upon my attention, and beyond efforts of savouring.. severity of savages reckoning, as symptoms within sickness sit within, as i got this hip hop rap basically, down pat like gossip chitchatter, with pickpocketors commmitting, the latter like rodents when, they get given the opportunity, they take advantage, of positions of vulnerability. beyond the astral, orbital planes, comets are stopped flash, fast forward from startling, blasting rockets until basic, panic buttons are pressed, past redline, mixture gainin heartaches, against the pursuit of happiness and beyond that so its within this.. im spitting ectasy riddles like bars bent, and it's too often, i rip it raw like battlefield war, no stopping until i hit pysch wards, with mental disorders, got my coffins nails, tapered and iced mortals, so damn cold, like loose ends tied to hold, now I'm afraid of mindfolds, behind pale blue eyes, entwined with life left, memories made shameless, forbidden to be forgotten, behind tumultuous times, i'll be enthralling the entails of tantrums, while certain masks are to - set sails, with maximum drafts of air pressure, between gusts of whirlwinds, indeparture of failure, like - with my habits- set of old, that caper ceilings lingering, but it only, - deepens the questions, instinct from nature, whilst we smoking pure THC, the vapour rises higher, to RSVP ahead of reservations, we forget about raising, the smoke alert smoke alert and a smoke alert. the tape with bars, worth a verse, but i wonder, if im important enough to become played with volume,above all, its about the rhymes i spit, got structural rhythmic lines, plus.. anybody got problems, then sort them out for' we hear gossip. otherwise, the Avenues of risk, fit packed with timelines, within and which, surmount throughout, the Avenues of fists pifted, punches placed, within tiffs picked, like Avenues of gifts, missed at Christmas times, on disclosed lists,for the kids happiness, but once the revenue costs them, triple the margin of profits emitted, criss cringle optionless, beyond legitimate business auctions bet whilst the marketplace fortunes empty. on those risking it entirely, to keep us candid with it, but its often best to stick to, what you know, let alone, rancid, panic attacks, on the soul, ... and this and that. momentarily, I'm going through depression, anyway i can, with a smirk, on my face, as i remain brave, like a real man, with deep rooted, issues in thought patterns, of my brain cortex. awoken by the turnstiles of DJs, dance floors, disco balls and strobe lights, sentiment to flushing out, the parasites off, crowded floorboards, so im guided with such, sick freestyles, as im spittin with much, more precision, than sniper infantry, carryin rifles, becoz, its like, im a steam train, thats gone, off the damn rails, puffin clouds, stuffing mouths, with something sad. mad about becoming big, but anyways, now and again, nowadays, if and when, I pick up the pen, when i can, and tend, to insight recipes, of written rhymes, by gifts of inspired fire, til enlightening, minds to lift, to be captured, seen as modern times, upset at the messages that get sent, to keep forgotten rhymes, by luminous full moons, under midnight high noon, i was spitting high coo's. I guess I've done it again, what can I say? as soon as, i start to put words to a page, I make more enemies than Friends, between stages of hatred complacent, indepent of this, i just unleash the rage of monstrous beasts, left out uncaged who go hide away to the shade, from our faces, how about i spit while pushing, limits to the brink, redlining. minds reckoned like mismatches dispatched, no mistakes were hatched, in order to make gateways, open locked latches. along the lines of perfectionism, in portraits of pictures all amidst depictions, upon the clock face. let the crystalline structures, take Graceful gifts given, left worldwide amongst us, like Al Capone going out, with a bang bang and headstrong, as I'm heading back from shallom, making my gangsta rap mysterys known, inside masterplans backed, stacked up by Sunshine N beauty, whilst i delegated, the life of luxury, worthy of living, but likewise, beyond the alfresco, without certain, dresscodes, keeping populus crowds, now aligned with announcements commencing and amounting, refounded anguish, gained as tester sirens ringing, but left to cope, with strangers opinions beastmodes been activated now, so bow down to golden thrones, go ahead N change your attitude, start to show some gratitude, within, for how and when, i'm spitting with such precision then, in defence of immensely tense times, but not given a single fuck here, right? without fixtures of factual information outstanding tactical attacks resonanted. leftover by mechanical, ma-levo-lence, withering stomach got us, gut - stricken by indigestion, completely sick with of scriptures, mixed into matrixes held to the imagery of another youth, hoodlums lifes, thats been slain, and taken on the streets, when we been asking for peace, when we been asking for change.