Veer-Steer-Clear
Threat level orange ordinance text got tongue bathed
Tiamat of the rap – so underground my career went
Fracking – caliente in every word I say
Ears melt from the amazing on a snare –
Ron McNair to the moon no challengers
You cowered in the dark – practicing when I’m dead
The Reaper for Rent un-alives you –
Your fears well-founded didn’t value – the power
Of breath ‘til it left – un-hos-pit-able – fuckwits
I’m unfuckwitable – upon closer inspection
Half of this rap shit is catfish – practice
Silence I implore you – 32 muscles in my ear like a
Cat to ignore you – learn it’s impossible to
Defeat perfection – my past riddled w/ proof past
The precipice of the present ongoing
Subject to the power of my own perfection – being
I’m the truth enhanced this perceived perception
Veer-Steer-Clear
Never follow – you peaked you plateaued
This past year, - MC’s were depressed and
Miserable but I turned that shit around now
They miserable and depressed you murdering
Yourself right now – your wack ass – is school on
Sunday no class fakin’ jaks – you epic fails
I’m too epic to fail – night after night
Every night all night in a decree of degrees
Upon degrees to the degree I secede from
MC’s –

Mistakenly – asking me – if I’m from Philly –
Cause the beard got me looking like a
Taliban’s teardrop – suffering is like a family dinner
That should be shared – star of your shared
Nightmares for years under the urgency of now
Future of the now unannounced that has arrived
Don't be surprised When I -
Blew up the plane and disappeared in the
Flames – out to get ya the skies falling
Ear pleasing flawless fresh so outstanding –
Rappers can’t stand him –
Art, to me – is immortality
An unburdening – behead men w/a scimitar pen
It’s an in-fat-u-a-tion – like a man
W/ amputated both arms – dwells on masturbation –
You can’t style my style beast mutations
Incantations style-wise, we’re no relation
Not feeling me? I feel sorry for your mother
Perfect description of an edit he light-headed
Discharge an epigram w/ the discard of spent shell casing.
Put Larry to their head permanent vacation
To the temple spring cleaning vacating –
Swiftly no waiting to his interior
Restoration no resuscitation – brain matter
On the walls what a mess of himself he’s making
-A Blob of humanity congealed in bright red
Arterial blood that looked like it was soaked
In depression-era tomato soup from boiling
Ketchup packets – the salt from your tears
Provides the seasoning –
Being hurt is to be human I talk to myself
Like it’s somebody I love –
Unpleasant your palette your welcome worn
Full of shit 90 percent of your body weight
You fucking plumbers of pipe dreamers –
Passengers on a boat slowly sinking with
Old age and an enlarged prostate
Pissing dots and dashes in Morse Code
That ends – with the stroke of a pen –
God creates – or breathes death
Darkness awaits as if greeted w/a blindfold
No Bird Box -coaxed out of your innermost
Suicidal encouraged relief look into my eyes
I won’t lie to end it frightener maestro –
Sinister MoMo -it’s sideways talking out your
Goiter out the side of the neck you talk reckless –
Eat a bucket of Kentucky fried dicks-
Or get dealt wit wit the quick/ness –

Detest self-loathing birds – born into a cage –
Who view flying as ill/ness