power the truth

Set to flay like the SLA, turning on for sure to create converts from enemies untethered within like the Weathermen of the 70’s! Off the dome and within my zone I spray tactical math gladly in firebursts! Like Stockholme Syndrome displayed by Patty Hearst! I rock with the homes until I’m spinning from my dome and slay scat in every verse! What I cram and polish, slam and abolish, understand and acknowledge is mostly unplanned and vicious. It isn’t my stand; I just can’t sit through it! Frets I scan and set loose that let me pan stressed issues mostly come from ghostly Etrigan…                             …supposedly fiction-from-prose demon of frenetic zen-span… …who entered this man when I was barely old enough to stand! Etrigan was bold enough to hijack my hands. An invisible frenemy, individual entity, whispered riddles ahead of me. When I was little it made my head seethe! A demon of unreason, this feeding beast cleaves treason and leaves me to think about what I drink from the bleeding! Kicking back in my dome, picking up slack on his own, making my track his home… …I caught this spirit at birth and I fear it took residence first… …in the development of this cursed mortal! Dispersed through the portal… …of Anahata Chakra! It burned and caught an internal brawl, spit real quick, spot on and raw… …Wily balanced with violent talent on tempo lent from the temple of outlaws… …like an improv Kempo Kata off the jaw... …is all the bliss and bits that I saw and couldn’t stop! To bust these chops and raise lust with every drop… …trusting I’ll never stop is a must! It’s auto-rinse to flow and mince… ...everything that grows into this… …like photosynthesis… …to flowers and crops. An addiction so infinite like power to the cops! It costs so much to rock I should be poor, but this war won’t make me rot! My mind is gushing with wealth, pushing for stealth, never rushing my spells. I climbed up from Hell’s ravine and knelt before the divine! Behind the scenes and between the lines, I’ve a mind to dream of steamy times. I’m rhyming clean, but I unwind mean because gleam shines… …like the one true star you can always spot! Like the newest car on the grayest block! I’m due to spar and never lay off! Hydro to bring gets me flowing with a style, dancing on the tiles, blowing my show all the while. Knowing my chance was defiled. Stolen glances going wild, unfolding holy stances owned by my hands since I was a child. Dealt the blues in freestyle, I’ve been cutting loose ‘cuz my truth doesn’t soothe but arouse. I cut a truce like Faust, sliced the devil quiet when he peddled clout and said “Try it out!” Mephisto wasn’t on my level, growling to shout, howling from a slavering mouth. Save it and Hell’s razor rub, Beelzebub, I prefer Lilith’s feisty pout! Shoot the messenger / Hard lesson dispenser / The dark alter ego of Henry Kissinger / The 2020 Nightmare Elixir / Mr. Mister / Tipped back Bitches Brew / Switch tracks to / Twisted Sister / Loki reconfigures quicker and sicker / Lingerie ripper / So distilled my tongue drips 200 proof liquor / Sip geysers from gash / Picture that / Trip and laugh / When those who dismiss facts / Miss the whole graph / Talking shit with riff raff / Avowed to blast on tracks / The Tao outlasts / Meow back at cats Before I write I release my paradigm cold / Ease my mind hold / My Queen blindfolds me with her thighs / So everything shines bold out my third eye / Worlds fly between nerd sighs / No buyback on Zen’s toll / White to black unendable / Whole stack of demos / Holy extended flow and frets / And yet oddly / Loki of Literati’s working caveman shit just to scrape up wages to stay off the pavement, / Everyday saving bliss / Spending out every drop / Coming back full to top / Dropping chops and popping steam / 10 green bags for each of my red flags / Plus a buck and a dream / For every time I ever yelled “Motherfucker!” like it's all I really mean / Superciliously keen means filling out the mirth map / So thoroughly, that the weight thereof turns the Earth flat. / Yeeeeeeah. Real science to that. / A moment of silence for Life math. / Odd path / But a nod to those of us who learned our times tables from Aesop's Cradle / Every fabled truth, way to prove, disabling move? / Herein distilled and bundled / Before the ocean every hill crumbles / What do you get when you cross the Queen and Prince Phillip? / Killed in a tunnel! / Still too soon? / Fuck it, there's always more; Loki's never done / My forked tongue runs 1.21 jigowatts like a flux capacitor / I spit a lot of chapters with Easter eggs that hatch when revisited after / Electric patter gets lit like a Jacob's Ladder /  The Beast in the moments of rapture / Own the night but word is bond, the dawn can never be captured...Too Open Tumbling lies Rumbling to die Serving humble pie Intense derision Increments of wisdom Spin and bent, lent in Developments and visions Spent in every decision Of this mental magician’s Tormented missions Torrid scribblings Morbid whittling Scores of nightmares And lore riddled in I adore to be right there At core it’s the only zone I’m prone to be fitting in. My throne, to scorn and poke, Whether sore and wrath-influenced Or baiting for laughs and bewitching Born broke More clever poor than affluent And waiting daft for enrichment! So I never get sore over how the other Have-mores are living Never pore over “What Could Have Beens” I’m more set to shoulder “Must be good if we win” So the only trick of me Is how to untrick victory A picked lock Dropped in six spots No longer fits ANY lot! Unwind a game? Fun times for my brain But um, what kind of gain? At core I keep this No more secrets The lore peeps such a wish When I flay Clenched cards close to play Tense but unafraid Handling my Way Scrambling disarray Like Gambit’s 5 card fillet Re-angled hence I stay Entangled, hypnotic Still ambling, but still on topic Zen-blessed pen-disress extended jests weapon set to spray Against the deepest reaches Of the NSA! At the core of their deepest Furnace Burning earnest Is to peep quick Keep slick In your sleep more to keep tips No more secrets