Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Black Oil


the legititmacy of the arguement where life is unique vs. burning all the dinosaur blood.(something i often think about often because ummm, 2 billion years of life you fucking idiots equals -- ?)
it's irreconciable, and it's what we do.
which is it? tropes, spoils, or hated antropic fiction.


lemme tell you something.
not fiction, they slide ruled it out and said houtcloud was better than not giving africa aids, at least not giving them the cure.
because purity of race, the race for, well, nothing, because f1 is in season,
so they just did it because they hate black there is no racing,

not with the plebs in the pace line anyways.
those guys were just slain, it's the pace line anyways.

did i say something about forumla 1 and racing? how about

knock knock, not on heaven's doors, not rapping about a tale-telling snow-in no more,
not thump, not thump
(I'll stike t-cells, i'll be cool)

shit, and pigeons, i ate long enough.
Without sucking you into where i been shit man i seen 1 dead pigeon on the ground and 3 on the sill with 2 tearing each others feather out.. and the chick pigeon was like "coo"

fuck you.
i proly peck the shit out of all of you.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Today, we make our living
Some make a bmw, but it's lease out deserves it's bringing
I'm in love with a corset, a rave bracelet. how the world fades with the fall of each lash, not each single, also, listening to D'Angelo, if you listening.
Hit up, up high, on Kissenger, not kissing and sitting pretty, all this dissing, chords, and chicken grease, got the best kind of peace, disagreement i love the future, all silver lined, star spangled, and black.
I'ma go in. Tax is a table flipper issue, and they will die. Even if the lining of the sky meets immortality, they will die. Because divided.. I don't even know, we rule?

Some huffed and puffed E-tellusionist's tabulature, sickness, it ain't on my dick. Not one lick of it.
Somewhere between #GraffitiThickness and idk #ErykahBadu let's get at some people, 

Orbit Satyrn like Philip Morris, like that. crash land on The God Of War(don't wanna anger A God, Generaly)

Drop it like i'm the pigs, drop everything. x4 i'm doing it, unfortunately, not 3

To the truth:
Had you ever asked for my allegiance, i might owe it to you.
If you're Clarence Darrow i might swear at you, all men like this i might swear an oath to too.
As guilty as those with lots chosen, to hold an oath to you.
What law has done since Emacipation, since Row vs. Wade, is curry it's inaction, since Dade made the prisons public hate and rape clinics, has gain on the fader.
Turn down guilty verdict, burn up 
since Dade made the prisons 
since Dade made the prisons public hate and rape clinics, 
public hate and rape clinics, one k there. That's getting up with the sin, uhhh.. 

Our Son:

How do you expect me to take care of him? How do you convince yourself i'm not there for him and this is on me? I've done fuck all, called you names in a txt msg, ho, and small b bitch to your face Babe, that's all, restraining order, all this bullshit i miss raine and i'm sorry you're so fucking sad snd alone, wish i could help but i'm sick of you just not giving a shit when you don't need anything

Grace: thx. And tell #buzzfeed ... What? Fuck you keep off i'm out. X3 stay away from me.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

You're Underrated

Even wit' the fame
Can't tame us or pay us enough To Keep Our Minds Shut And The Music Turned Down
Might lock down a few Generations For Possessing High-Grade Weapons Of Mass Destruction Gifted By The C.I.A.
A Dipping Wet Young We, I mean.. Younger Than The Idea Of Servitude, And True To The Youth Movement, Still Born and Bearing Improvement y'know. I Seen My Ideas Impact The Light Of Day And I'm Afraid For What That Means,    So Be With Us.
Effigy or Bust! ha


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Even Air Hits, The Soul

Now, Proletariat, get them,
My pen to their weapons, they have nothing, not even a statute to crouch by and fire tears.
No Pen can silence my weapon, as we are free,
Police, shut up, get down, or smile.
Could i smile, judge and say "A legion of Gomer Piles," we are free?
Jeremy Hammond would protect Me, Al Queda would protect Me(If they had the internet), Julian Assange would grease the bars, David Blaine would say "Really?" atop a mountaintop steeple in Tibet :), and well, at least i get to stay out of jail. Free the potliticos, you bastards, faster than you can say "it was shit weed, y'know. High grade is section three or whatever." 

Pretoria, Wisdom coming, i have a holy word for you. Publish!

It's yola'-tengo,

would go down fighting for Me(because, well, peace will remember him idk), and Wikileaks would storm the battlements. Because, well, I'm free, and i get press release.
Please me, or suck my dick. Pigs, political prisoner on high release what can i say,
Let's not let it go that way, so i can maybe hit delete, and have it

Monday, April 13, 2015

John Dillenger

Painted up, C.R.E.A.M.sicle cool.
The wanton luck and engagement,
My suckers: miss Mya Angelou
Food,  you never seen so rich, splendid, and not a dime.kissenger on behalf of reagan, knocking up down
# for # the best to ever come around but obviously, you don't know Jay.
John Wilks in the studio, crushing. 
Paid in cement? #OBEY 
That's all it takes
Buy the Banksy of the #Ribisi
Peeler booth, Peel sessions, or both.
The hesitance, to focus, and meet All I Ever Need.
Just a stanza about myself: tartan, i like the res, the black, the inter-mesh, velvet underground ropes, comatosis is my best friend and i soend more on drugs than i need to.

Omg wtf is the internet?

Wtf is fentonyl?
Wtf is icy come drilla?
Like Sarah, you might be,
But... More than likely, apparently, 
You'll be good.
Get it?
Like you should.
The internet/fent. 
No more pain.
No meshugganah, come dance in the reign. (Can't even drop Phonte, cuz, well, because fuck you)

David Blaine, watch. 
Some plainclothes policeman, no
But, stfu, get down, and cover your head, now, Bed-Stuy

And bafungulo, these sinners, korupt-ible Erupt, 
I been spitting demeanors since you been filing misdermeanors, 
Now, chug, chug, pig!
How's it feeling, Kurupt the reliever, peaceniks, trees and such, wassup?

So, lemme tell you, i gives a fuck if judy got punched,
Chanel #5, that's what she smelled like, 
And i could never smoke a bitch, that's it

Had your headphones so up the escalotar shakes?
And ask yourself, Darling, who needs a Colt, a Peacemaker, to believe in love?
I annihilate anything in between, Love.
Maybe Deftones - Shove It
Hate to be Christ, and not of it.
Suck it plagiarists, judge, your moment in court will come,
Oh wait, no it won't, 
Phonte - Remember Oz, Siad,
 should summon Liitle Brother
Cover, pigs, ain't no Leafs to cover, get me, mel gison and road-runner couldn't cover this enequity.

And Tyrone, will choke on my penis, the thouroughness of the prenup, and you pigs

Well, it wouldn't be true, ruthless, and well, what i aspire to without: Caribou - All I Ever Need fuck uou courtrooms, plate-glass horseshoes, and rape, and bruises.

Love u, thank you, 

Ruthless, #Kurupt, and Publishable

Saturday, April 11, 2015

I put skulls across the boards

HUD on the scud missile
I rock corners in Iraq, wanna silence the storm? You can have it back.
A hack, no. A trap, no. So the jewelery rests, sure.
This pure. Lit up like Rogaine.
Membrane permeable, no twisted.
One fist up like i spent the night with yr Mom.
Eyes wide like the forest is on fire, and you fond of me.
Peace. Sick. The Best I Can-O B,
Forget yourself like Conclin, Bourne Again I'm Better, 
Lines like my Girl's shoulders,
A chip on it, no doubt, an asteroid, but i put it on my shoulders y'know,
King Ethiopia. Tote a fucking gucci bag, or the suicidal faggot that made it.
Net worth, somewhere between a smile and an indent on the pavement.
Shameless, Limitless, I'm... Soaring.
The corner, the cornerstone, the coroner, it's beneath you Son. 
Undone by anyone.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Maybe God Comes Down

And sees like what maybe i did dun to these freaks,
Or It's a little bit of me, a little bit of you. 
And sets us straight, like by fixing the drive-train on a bicycle.
Focusing in, like a falcon, the Watch, the Listening.
Optioning-Command-PRescuscitations, that's for my bitches.
And switches you can' hit with a train, That's for fire, and my #Future. And just honest.
And pho' beef..

No j/k, but #WizKhalifa, #Anon? My dick. Just hold on..
Cause i could give a shit holy one, give the kids what they need and suck it.
Then blow..
And... Pass...
It's all love kid.
One day you'll see it love.
Now spit.

Tic-Tac-Toe Thumbz, crumbs, pigeons, at your feet.
Don't even know what fate to occomplish nex'
Been the best in this geodes,

Before we Give the greek, we fuck.

Now the girls that hurl looseleaf.•!0&
Cane stare.

Monday, March 30, 2015

You Fukin Pigs

I'll be handled some Evan-Wentz shit
Some libertine dopamine shit
Some shiv that'll come and get you
Some prattle that'll leave you to rattle on.

"I been fond of your deity,
But some forms of saity, your pussy can't even handle."
Even ever hold a candle to it, a mirror to it, you'll see it's a bruin. That's the kinda work you do.
To see it bears teeth.
Peace i'm out no sheik.

Monday, March 23, 2015

An' it's been a long time, for the wide, white world to make something like me.

Knit #EarlSweatshirt Tease.

An it took a long time, in the deep, black world before #Kendrick found himself in a hotel room screaming..

An' I know that time will silence evil men.

Leaning, all curved in, like men playing pinocle.
Pisa's for creeps, and Italian renaissance men.
And I'd rather Humbert Humbert than Descartes,
and i'd traipse Picasso before being a poet anyday.

In my slick ass white boy ride, i could give a fuck about my turned out white wife, packaged out with yellow brick, midgets and monkey shit(that smells like boo-hoo).

Before I even became recompense, and before i knew that suffering could be unseated(s/o jesus), i knew(and please, don't be a fucking idiot):
part of being partisan is believing in your own righteousness, but not your will to debate me, before you even care, before you became worth a damn, to the console of everyman. let go of parliament, royalty, but i think uncle sam needs a hug.

and these elegant, elegent, men should be in stitches, specifically #FrankOcean, #SwizzBeatz wit' the
velcro banana clip right at their neck,

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Cuz, Them's Good Eating

A barren market and such,
Not the right's economic times,
A thin white string between bleeding and remembering everything.
Not a pussy plaything, this yarn, and that's putting it politely..

Knitted tops that you cannot darn.
The farm, all the .compassion you can raise on it,
A carnal interest that Maggie couldn't carry.
The piper, the tax, or the ferry, You pay.

Say "Gravedigger, how much dirt can you carry? Will you throw a lot on me? Will it stick to my face? or should I just stick up OBEY?"

Hold ctrl, hold alt, then hold.

Then type "Skirts Weaponry"
And you'll see who I am.
(Not #JamesFranco, Not Better Than That.
Jus' Telling it like it is Kids.

                                      , Sparticus

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Steep, Magic

Or Carry On Steppes?
Battery Acid
Or fly away free
not gonna day trip ya, into the mountains of Ethopia.
But there I did.
So you seem
Rise. as the weather underground chopper did Tim Leary
Rise, nail Xerces faggots, I quit.
Madonna nailing Letterman, and the length of it, I'm aloof.
Poof: Justice, an' you saw them hear first countrymen
Fuck it then.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

the culture

re nsa, cia, fbi, csis, star-fox,
and the fortress
there is no new story, scene it all, dun did it all
until we  are all entering the stars, leaving our earth, all of Us, as one race
'cause that would be new..
but, know art is no hashtag of what preceded

i know barely many can barely bear with me, but
 too much paint
this of st. vincent
and there i would bear too much paint, i didn't, tho you willed me.

so bears, chew
our young know what fools we are
but don't know the rap of a hollow log, what a steep flogging earns a slave
or what it is to be both cold, and wet

such animals, i deepen, pour ca
not porsche
because, animals, i pet,
and i vet,
set that in paint, and i'll see you on the other side of the great turtle that bears the world, i don't care
just see you there

oh ya.. i started that over there.
if a Chair or two was Missing? Pink Flags and such, shucks...
fucking pigs, i tentatively explore hate for you
now, porous, what are anal bacteria for?

chains are not free

cost as much as your rights
the right is right, right? right.
and your's is mined not mine.
not cuckoo, for what they been talking 'bout, all the time.
find a gem like this, your timing would drop the dime on molecular decay
what we weight ratios with
would be pitch, and you'd have shit city.
now sit in it, lay.
ahem.. just channeling.. illuminati? slay, and plan on heat rising up.
so to them:
and when shucks gets to you?
you be sweaty with clammy hands, not a pearl, or even venus will be seeo
look at your friends.
sure it reflects greatly on the splashdown on saturn, pencildicks.

good looks don't get rubbed out, not buy Google, not buy anyone.
well, maybe, buy Google.
but forecastic npo strategies, ain't cheesy wizards.

buy credit, not hot lunch.
cause a crunch is coming.
saturn, well it's pretty heavy.
so sit up big six
and punch Senor Morgan, The Gorgon, Ali Kundra, Sanat Etc,
(we've seen enough airdropped, airbrushed, fresh-cut leaflets)
a Chevy, or leave the e-cat out of the trucking business.
and paint. enough of that.


if i'm mind controled them i'm feeling it,
free everyone indicted under drug legislation, everyone.
Free Weezy from Cash Money
and well, free energy.
'cause that's it.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

I swore, by my leverage, i would confront the viscious

but i didn't
it's more that, tho i tried to deal with my demons; they just went away
with crosshairs centered, i can see how shakespeare did it
and i pray that you're religious.
now go away.
not hate, not republican, not fake