Might go gold wit a migos flow
No keys
No P’s
No O’s
C-O-O, Cohiba rolled
No ski, No dreez, No lok 
preach The peace police oppose
Illegal holds
And Legal fee funds
Pinot Grigio 
See no evil, Hear no evil,Speak none

first off everything u sayin dumb
how u talkin all dat cold shit wit inflammed gums?

i might get hype an turn to ya
spit hypothermia
Might on the mic and murder ya
i might encourage ya

morally we sorta teeterin 
like Jordan sneezin
If you ain’t supportin me den
Yor co- horts can Pour the Seagram

Jorge Luis Borhes readin 
Sword unsheathin 
carvin Zorro Z’s in The torsos of laurel sleepin moral beacons

Sorceror Supreme in
These oral scenic tours
sorted in a folder for
the older more 
mortal me to frequent 

coral reef chiefin
affordable portal peekin in
gorgons on my feet
or the sheets of the suite im in

even righteous minds go thru this
like Locutus 
coc mucus music
out lootin wit broke students

i was one somber
bonkers young monster
now everything my tongue conjure is unsponsored
unconquered
RB wit the mojo
watch me hit da beat
360 no scope
del the funky homosapien and aphex twin
pacin in a basement gym
if im awake im chasin M’S

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M’s chasin me
No O’s No P’s No Ki’s
No complacency

police oppose the peace i preach
this where Lok Dreez and Ski
throw back yack
might go plat with a throwback track

Heart racin in the basement
Until we Part ways
You Kept my darkest days lit 

can i kick it?
protect the gentle from the wicked

I Blow torch and bleach a beat
Corporate speak got King Ghidora reach
no Borg allegiance or deceit

its R-O-B so they believe me
More Hibiki,
The foreign is Oren Ishi 

Up early with surly Journalin
pencils Hurlin Otherworldly visuals
at instrumentals
Denting Neurotypical temples

bumpin Diilla vibin
still providin
a feelin like Psilocybin

Neon Bard
A boy anointed king
 with Bars goin hard as
Gargoyle wings are

they rather gimme a porsche
than give me the torch
i be stinkin like a corpse
over at Fishermans wharf

hypervigilance
with the time that I’m given I’ma try and uplift the kids

Rey told him 
"create like Beethoven
creepin out the ether 
Nas bathed Hov in"

this that
pursuit of happiness
you put on a suit
and commute thru traffic with
maybe this groove i can move the masses with

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they wana kno how strong robin has got
you want the clones
to use Susanno or not?

half will sasso half lupe fiasco
i get throwed
like bouquets to back rows

truths hard to swallow
but i keep tellin it
young necromancer animatin
beat skeletons

storm in ya party like Russ cole and Marty
the black swordsman arc
rap Cormac Mccarthy