mhm roshambo last rays of the sun start to fade away it seems ive become the prey to slay my body now lay with no will to stay what a cruel way to end a day be that as it may ill let my shadow come out to play Let’s see what he’s got to say Call me K.ROOL the cruel king to be The sire of all things dire with words of fire When the turbo spools Watch me make tar from tires Then roll another one, gotta get higher Light the blunt up with their Funeral pyre I fly higher than kites It’s within ones own right to riot And encite the urge to fight But when the time comes tonight For fight or flight You won’t me I’m outta sight Fedboi you can shine your light You need to raise your line of sight Cause your flashlight ain’t to bright Yea life never felt quiet right They say I’ve got that hand of sleight time is of the essence But what if the clock is wrong? Whereas semblance brings bonds There as vengeance takes prevalence Violence corresponds I’m taking critical hits My venom I spit is something apocalyptic If you cross me that’s unforgivable, impermissible. The pull of my shadow is irresistible Never know what’s next I’m unpredictable I’m the shepherds woe My efforts go on while my temper grows Trained my flow under master bo in shaded wells, among cicada shells sippin valhalla ale, out of holy grails azul i pray tell, grab another wrap for the kale make it fresh and not stale herb so loud the deaf can hear it in braile im Nothing typical, I’ve got whimsical syllables Yea I’m sick parasitical, ILL it’s transmittable I’m a satirical sophistical Yea a logistical statistical Judge and jury, municipal Grudge and fury, despicable Yes I’m reaching my pinnacle On my way to the top, mythical Fuck miracles, my higher power is mystical Metaphysical mind What cryptical rhymes lie inside? Blood and thunder, Biblical. My foes lack-luster, I take em in stride. pay witness, my severance from source And if I had a preference I’m always choosing high torque force I’m that last minute court toss, boss. Whip it in the kitchen With more sauce Haus Yea I polish my fossils til that rock gloss The coin only needs one toss Cause I got the most floss In all the fuckin cos-mos And thats a play on cosmos Wanda and Timmy Turner Pull up with a burner in a Honda that can shimmie a hemi in a hot mini Now toss me the keys, go on, gimmie I got a motor head like lemmy, But fuck a Emmy, lemme settle My foot on brake pedal, burn some pot And call the kettle black, while I think Way back, before stacks and phone hacks Talkin about indigo children Missing doses, stricktly only when The momma hen is a part time video vixen For that chillin old villian, there to kick it When his dick got something to spit in Like bitch it’s only 10 AM And I got something to say now not then And Mickey on the tube don’t listen, damn