I shall not want../ Ive been on a hunt./ Now I’m gonna stunt/ get ready for a punt/ could be a bunt/ better put down that blunt/ smells bad like a skunk/ this is a slam dunk

The lyrics are sticky/ a bit prickly/ a beat so sickly/ real soaked in iniquity/ keep finding the quips you see?/

You tried a few/ blue cue clues/ the few/ for new/ paying dues/ not gonna loose?/ they are fools? Oh.. you gon’ drool,/ jumping from pool to pool/ club to club/ need a sub-scription/ a underwater expedition/ keeping this repetition/ to key the ignition/ need i give a prediction… im making a meal, this is my kitchen./

More confined,/ seperate lines/ you still behind,/ oh you ain't my kind?/ give me that contract i signed./ ahh.. Thats right/ its a bind/ speak in a more noticeable tact for the blind/

Whats the speed?/ does it fit the need?/ good enough seed?/ Is this a good deed?/ you need more to bleed?/ require more feed/ to knead/ the breed on the screen?/ Are they amaeture, illiterate, inconsiderate?/

See with the eyes?/ dont hear whos here?/ like a deer in the head lights/ these ongoing fights./ disguised by the sea in their mind/ did they seek and not find?/

Gonna scrutinize/ to emphasize/ that the guise/ to turn the tides/ the place where none hides./ the place where you confide/ abide/ and side/ no, im not being snide/ just taking the world on a ride/

Need a camera? A phone? Maybe a photo/ guess you already know doe/ my turn to coach though./ gotta watch my approach/ or be poached/ crush out the roach/ its stapled to me like a broach./

In time, gonna stop it/ dine with the devil/ sitting at the table./ never cut the navel/ the cord/ the Lord/ Guess you got bored?/ Ignored?/ just another score./

Need a 101?/ fast facts, or brass tacks? Chuck the fat stacks/ loose tracks/ looted you with burlap sacks/ mad cash/ from bought out cracks/ to plot more stats/ load with fools gold,/ keep you doing as your told./ while you sit there an mold/

No beat?, but its getting cold./ got players on the table/ with the same handles,/ call the bluffs/ takin’ puffs/ need some muffs,/

To block the noise… need the keys to the cuffs to correct my poise. poison/ this ain't a tease, take the cock out the flock,/ won't wake up to the knock,/ stick to the mock/ ignore me with a block./

All enjoys. To me it annoys, all the boys and girls.. Man, or Men, Women, or Woman.. Need a floor,/ on this corridor,/ a trip to mordor/ same doors,/ but different cords./ First! Needs the thirst,/ really cursed,/ lips are persed/ second holds the weapon./ whispers the direction/ holding private conversation/ an election/ quick on detection/ then recollection/ an infection on a selective section/ on which lesson/
Sow seeds of decit/ know both will face the same defeat/ those who share, unlatch the snare./ with great care./ they should beware,/ the bare/ fair dare devils/ unaware, the tail that rides on the rail/ also clinging without fail/ following the trail/ of your every detail./

They put them up for sale,/ mask the tale/ ensuring the fail of the competition/ look at that repetition/ in deceptions of perceptions, the reconciliations that we each make the nation/ all simultaneously facing the duration of the patience/ forced payments/ secretly being used as the pavement/

May we all realize,/ your me in disguise./ not a lie./ need me to summarize/ this tie/ not locked inside/ turn the tide/ for you to dye/ the sky/ for the one inside/ you../ choose/ the tunes that pursue you,/ the melody in your head you see./ don't believe?/ not for me/ use the tool/ inside you/

For those,/ who held on so close,/ and read this post/ of a ghost/ This is a toast, to you./ Thank you the most/ i tried many times,/ so many lines,/ coasts to coasts, river bank, to sea,/ your a part of me, dont you see?/ good or bad deeds, whatever fit your needs,/ where you heed/ the same Lord bleeds/ he knows what you need/ thats just how he talks to me/ knowing im also gonna sing, that this is a team. The dream ream team that sews the rip in the seam, clean and esteemed

Need to upset the likewise children, reset the values, turning the volumes, releasing another series, of books to professional cooks, that can critique, the looks, with discretion, teaching another lesson, not mad that you’re unique, aware of how others compete, sad of the iron clad, fad of talking behind each back. Refuse to mentor, and tell them to scat. Knowing full well they’ll be back. attack , an black the spat of what they lack. Then writhe in their scat knowing that the tact of the attack was the fact

Perfect is impossible? However is plausible../ perfect is in the mistakes of imperfection, thus making said thing. Perfect.. Arrogance of perfections lies with the handle the one who believes they are

Inwardly an outwardly express../ Whats next?/ Recess?/ egress?/ obess?/ possess? Swell with passion/, the reaction,/ the attraction/ to the opposite faction./ quell the fell viel of our shell,/ reading all the tells,/ ring the bells/ flowing the way of hells, we sing,/

The king is here,/ bringing him to tear,/ i can feel the fear/ end that near./ i see the archways in my mind, really sublime, very literally one of a kind, is it a sign? I am. For the blind./ i believe i have time./ still trapped inside./ trying to identify/ who to coincide,/ to explain,/ the reign of rain, and tame the dame for the fame, all the same,/ not lame, won't eat the lion, the main maine reins for the blood running through all veins. I take the blame/ will explain the train/ of thought that fought/ talk it out then… Blot

To change/ each estranged/ stranger/ feel the danger?/ does that anger?/ you a suit, put you on the hanger./ to drop another banger/ I watch each notch/ in the rope of hope/ that most who mope/ use to cope./

The promise of “go along with us” grow on me like a fungus./ the smell that repells me along,/ to be alone,/ the tone, the moan,/ foam at the mouth/ always pout../ either party, never tardy, eating hearty./ at the table, silence due to pestilence in intelligence mix with diligence,/ so I built a fence/ fill with innocents, and sense, to possess, d-fense. Need a few cents,/ the pretense/ my intense dense consciousness

All around our table./ look its all labeled/ each wants their own niche./ thats just peachy/ for the reachy/ preachy for the screechy./ fight for the middle, dripping the kibble, little by little. Like the fiddle/ speak in riddles./ should i harp, not a bite from a shark./ not consumed by the dark, leading the caddle in the shadows, providing the paddles/, give them all saddles./ Listen while i prattle

They selling the packets,/ invested in rackets/ they buying, then lying, crying then sighing./ the silence, broods violence, beguiling then riling, then stop trying thinking that we dying./

I am. Piling and filing. Just setting your tiling./ thou, cower the words,/ they strike/ just like cords/ swords/ on the sounding board/
Finally../ the last lesson. At this time./ locked this one in ryhme./ there will be more to come dine./ with some to refine,/ with this, be so kind./ won't leave me behind/

What is up./ what is down/ three, crowns/ all bound./ worldly renowned/ which crown is in town?/ where to go?/ is it shown?/ is it freshly, mown?/ the one/ you know./ the court that will sort with zero retort./ no remorse?/ of course../ this horse has the course,/ its in the blood./ that flood,/ the one dragged in the mud./ Never dud. Lathering up the buds,./ they cleanse me like suds./ if only they could see through my HUD./