Duality

Duality Well hello there! Good people, what's poppin'? It's your boy Sector 51. Just decided I'd drop in. Currently I'm peachy, mad skills still locked in. I'm trying to be peaceful. I should do this more often. When I get in my moods, it seems there's no stoppin'. Sometimes things go right though and elations just come knockin'. I try to be of good cheer and always thank God. It's the beginning of the year and I've been blessed with a great job. Believe me, Information Technology's hard. If you could look upon my brain, you would see scars. Hey! I'm supposed to be cheerful and spritey (Zen) like that dude in Bruce Almighty. Alrighty then! Or maybe it was Pet Detective. Either way, I hope I'm at my best and effective today. Don't give a heck what you say if it's negative. My ears are delicate. Colorful words, I never developed it. I'm competitive with the predicates. I have no deficits with the verbals, I'm the best there is. Test the kid, I'll leave you desparate, desolate on a treacherous precipice giving death a kiss. Aw man! I promised with little success with this. I'll try to stay on track and not go back on attack and if again I relapse, this time I'll try to warn you to brace for impact. You could at least try to help a brother. I keep forgetting what it's like to be a lover, and not a fighter and light up another. I might have discovered I have a split personality. A duality with reality. In finality, who loses when I battle me? Sector51? Find a happy place combined with a happy face for that long lasting embrace with your soulmate and great loving at a slow pace. Hopefully my breath will be minty like Colgate. (Yawn) Its getting so late. Oh wait! I'm Galactic. I don't sleep. How's the weather below mate? To get to me in space, the deep, now there's a toll gate. And where I am, you gotta get your soul straight. Forget the usual hub bub. Bruh, up above, there's nothing but love whereof to be accounted of. Warning! Brace for attack. Against me, you're wack. Someone should taught you. When I'm on the Mic, I'm tighter than a cork screw.I stay on the run cause the way I rap is unlawful. Point of origin is unknown - Galactic immortal. On the microphone, I'll do you awful. Full throttle against the slothful and active. An apostle to the captive and the not so attractive. The impossible combative is also a savage. Against the unthoughtful, I've had it. They're lost souls with static, hostile and erratic at the crossroads of havoc. I'm resourceful in the cabbage with lyrical crossbows and automatics to ravage these invalids with very forceful habits of malice. I'll strip them of every portion of fabric. You ask what's that on your torso? Acid! You say, well that's uncalled for you bastard. But which one of me are you talking to? Time to stick a fork in you. Oh, I should caution you. Acid is how I soften food. Then I start gulping you.