CHORUS: Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here, I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air, Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah) This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights, Born from the frequency that comes from this mics, Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right) Verse 1: My pen is made from the gold that stole the sight from Oedipus, Worried who you’re better than, when predator predicates, Make strike drones are irrelevant, Make a profit when the prophetic is pathetic and vision is relative, Make change if your pics sell, for a better bit, Living with decisions based in recklessness, discovered an emotional nexus, before my next ex- is texted, 2014 is the year of morphine morphemes, Flipping between boorish boring, Leaving the ash on the knuckles of these cretins smoking, Who needs flint or two sticks, When blades made to Chop bricks, Can leave your bathtub soaking, Stroking for protein, Who can sustain the beef when These chickens are choking CHORUS: Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here, I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air, Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah) This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights, Born from the frequency that comes from this mics, Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right) Verse 2: What part of the brain sympathizes with pain, When empathy is symmetry and then "pity" is profane, Swimming in a sea whiskey when your city is drained, Caught a whiff of teen spirit now you want to be Cobain, That’s so lame, all I hear is gun bar gun bar cocaine, Pass around a groupie that’s okay, But someone does it to your daughter then there’s no play, no way, Live by it and die by it, your kids will learn from it and abide by it, There’s power in this format even when we’re divided, But I think about the consequences before I write it, Standing with a pot of hot grits and a grape vine, That’s a 2nd world development bloodline, Your sword looks like a needle from the sky, What’s the point of staying alive, if you’re just killing time, You are what you eat what if I swallow my pride, Then who’s right, every story has two sides, Conceptualize, a state of affairs where the truth is no longer what we decide, Who’s really trilly for real, Who’s willing to release the Kraken a beast among veal, Turning citizens to venison the game is too real, An eternity’s imprisonment won’t allow the fissure to heal, Putting pressure on the snake biting heels, That’s the natural inclination of gravity, A rhythmic tidbit of fallacy, Pushing us in the direction of malady, Palate scorched by a Promethean story of tragedy CHORUS: Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here, I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air, Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah) This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights, Born from the frequency that comes from this mics, Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right) Pat-Live: wheels churning my weed is burning wishing freedom was accessible as higher learning while my mind's yearning up comes the journey to judge my own verdict fuck you world attorneys. give me liberty, or give me death, these words i start dissecting, neglecting responsibility i just gave myself give me liberty without wealth? please answer these questions 'cause the last time i asked for a handout, i head there's no more left. i suggest you right the wrongs and right the lefts, create your own handout, develop your own wealth, develop your own threat. check your mindset, set mind should always be checked, cause it reflects constant remaining content, and D.I.E. discipline is essential in the eye of the beholder that'll mold you into destiny that lies hand in hand with a man that is staring from the sky breathing revival in the conscious 'til spirits immortalize; america's word to the wise: don't keep a caged bird, let 'em fly or let 'em free, america is that why bald eagles become extinct? 'cause ever cry is on the brink, to preach, to die from freedom of speech and to think this land is free, land of the free? bitch, please.

Verse 1: Poem, The fruits of my labor would form a pitiful orchard, I always want more every verse is a self portrait, Poignant well measured and pointed, Who cares what I paint on as long as I didn’t forge it, Don’t forget, we were all once hoisted, To a level that surpassed our average, If everybody is somebody’s everything, Then what is the point in telling me that you have no love, For to cast it aside you would have had to hold it at one time, Don’t allow pride to hollow your insides, Follow that thin and marginalized, Voice of honesty resides in us all, For to be conscious one must be aware of a conscience, Or the meaning of a consequence, Or perhaps caution, Memories past tense, Active, blackout from a gallon of absinthe, No challenge, Shall stand in my path if I aim past it, Go hard take a charge during practice, What’s lacking is the entirety of truth, The good and the bad, the facts and the proof, Imagery and similes all have a place in the booth, But your rhymes should reflect what lives in you, Who care’s if God’s sighted, If God is cited, Then the likeness, Would be more lychen fused with tyson And try to learn to live with beast inside it, Instead of trying to hide behind it Chorus: Take the risk or the safe track, Never save anything for the trip back, That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact, To make up for what we lack, We plot for the stars to align live off trash, We run until we collapse Verse 2: Do you think you can box dead center, With a carpenter, Of a dimension where your car cannot enter, And your life span is hindered by bacteria that can strip your faith clean, You need, To call Carl Weathers and buff that new leather, TwinnZeus and I live by a different creed, Apollo can’t follow the lightning quick, Precision of a ballpoint's tip, When endorphins are channeled through inspired fists, Please, I’d call for peace, But when your pie piece, Is decreased because you’d rather see your people eat, Then the street isn’t big enough for that dream Don’t be weak (minded), Because under the X there is more to see, No one cares about your response if, The average responses, Don’t acknowledge content, Youngin’ fean for the lean, With a meticulous mix of ginseng and codeine, Four loko and jim bean, Will put hair on your chest quicker than a full moon, I went through school without balancing bar stools, You can do it too, but I don’t know, I care more about human beings than a pile of dough, So, I guess that means I can’t be successful, But bar for bar flow for flow Chorus: Take the risk or the safe track, Never save anything for the trip back, That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact, To make up for what we lack, We plot for the stars to align live off trash, We run until we collapse

Verse: onstant, locksmith, hot spit, hospice, Ad hoc split, Red eye missed, wet spore mist, Construct cyst, black power iron fist, Extramarital tryst, consist, wartime conscript, Table of contents, accomplished, acknowledged to find solace, Patronizing intelligence imparted in college, Memory kept clean and polished, Whisky comma Scottish, admonished, Broken promise, I wonder what you call this, Black paint, black face, melting pot or sauna, Every saint is jane fonda, Color your cake with fondant, Power my computer with hamsters and my smart car with Blancas, Arm my armada looking for a country to conquer, Mongrol to a fear monger, Brick oven to a bronx bomber, Create starch for cash to launder, Chipped tooth to a school of piranhas, I’d bother, to say I’m a firestarter, I’d be the offspring of Carrie if Shaft was the father, If I hadn’t given up on math I’d try harder, Zinc build up internal organic armor, Poke out my chest, to see how much respect, I can garner, Post cynical, developmental hyphen liminal, Dead Seminole, isotope Sentinel, Perennial syllable criminal, pitiful, Abstract blurring cataract visual, Black mold swimming pool, Sophomoric wise fool killing cool golden rule, Stick and move, run and gun, Aim and shoot, Son Suns with bic lighters and steel wool, The body is weak but the mind is bullet proof, Fist to palm, Centaur, Fist to hoof, Administer the minister’s truth, Ad populum, bar none, get some, Fit one, slick tongue, Boy scout knots the niggers are well hung, Stop short of crazy and crossed the line at dumb, Sacrifice for a hobby, I can’t be king with one broken walkie, I’m talking to walls and mixing meds to daughtry, Season 5 was a waste of time and the top 4 lost me, So I spent my summers making sculptures out of Pocky, There’s nothing like fresh umbrian clay, after a hard day, I know a girl who could turn a cucumber into a pickle in more than one way, So it is safe to say that I never let her near my salads, Instead of writing ballads I took up the secret art of kissing asphalt in honor of madness, And all of its offsprings, We couldn’t tackle the squeaking box spring, Without walking heel toe, Head first into a fresh easel of scorned evil and filling deepthroats, Trying to make that frog croak, Or half way, Excuse the refuse of obtuse slang, I guess what I’m trying to say, Is why should I go hard if a chub is enough, Go ghost spit that chili pepper to bubble your guts, Trade that fig for a mint leaf and I’ll pummel that rug, Moist choice with the index, always aim for the G it’s a reflex, Retest, Twinn Zeus is a beast yes

Verse 1: Poem, The fruits of my labor would form a pitiful orchard, I always want more every verse is a self portrait, Poignant well measured and pointed, Who cares what I paint on as long as I didn’t forge it, Don’t forget, we were all once hoisted, To a level that surpassed our average, If everybody is somebody’s everything, Then what is the point in telling me that you have no love, For to cast it aside you would have had to hold it at one time, Don’t allow pride to hollow your insides, Follow that thin and marginalized, Voice of honesty resides in us all, For to be conscious one must be aware of a conscience, Or the meaning of a consequence, Or perhaps caution, Memories past tense, Active, blackout from a gallon of absinthe, No challenge, Shall stand in my path if I aim past it, Go hard take a charge during practice, What’s lacking is the entirety of truth, The good and the bad, the facts and the proof, Imagery and similes all have a place in the booth, But your rhymes should reflect what lives in you, Who care’s if God’s sighted, If God is cited, Then the likeness, Would be more lychen fused with tyson And try to learn to live with beast inside it, Instead of trying to hide behind it Chorus: Take the risk or the safe track, Never save anything for the trip back, That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact, To make up for what we lack, We plot for the stars to align live off trash, We run until we collapse Verse 2: Do you think you can box dead center, With a carpenter, Of a dimension where your car cannot enter, And your life span is hindered by bacteria that can strip your faith clean, You need, To call Carl Weathers and buff that new leather, TwinnZeus and I live by a different creed, Apollo can’t follow the lightning quick, Precision of a ballpoint's tip, When endorphins are channeled through inspired fists, Please, I’d call for peace, But when your pie piece, Is decreased because you’d rather see your people eat, Then the street isn’t big enough for that dream Don’t be weak (minded), Because under the X there is more to see, No one cares about your response if, The average responses, Don’t acknowledge content, Youngin’ fean for the lean, With a meticulous mix of ginseng and codeine, Four loko and jim bean, Will put hair on your chest quicker than a full moon, I went through school without balancing bar stools, You can do it too, but I don’t know, I care more about human beings than a pile of dough, So, I guess that means I can’t be successful, But bar for bar flow for flow Chorus: Take the risk or the safe track, Never save anything for the trip back, That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact, To make up for what we lack, We plot for the stars to align live off trash, We run until we collapse

hook: twinn zeus be the don you know that prof. be the don so let the earth shake for you and yours by dawn (go!) Twinn Zeus: Burly and tight lipped, short fuse with a switch, that stays flipped, use words like a pile of leaves over a spiked pit, tongue slick like a precision pressure point hit to the armpit, that’s lightning quick, jam a circle in your square and make it fit, pass against the blitz, master in the pocket, lock-on when boxed in, with enough promises to make a false God quit, funny how making parallels to a prophet, nets fish and loaves at a new low for stock options, resistance is futile, in the future denial, allows for the assimilation of vowels in the meanwhile, let’s put an end to the persistence of the reptilian instance, of vermillion tinted pigment, don’t hide behind the hind legs of a decision, I’ve hinted at this tension in abstract form. hook: twinn zeus be the don you know that prof. be the don so let the earth shake for you and yours by dawn (go!) Prof.: playing chicken with group work, the sheik can shirk all day and spend the night as a jerk off while laughing at a photo of your face, disgraced and imprisoned, the son has not yet arisen to free us from the dark, this man is better than you - his mom and dad are rich and he is better than you, so much better than you - when the camera begins sharing qualitative overrated data running for the ratings at the speed of pastorius, it’s light by mysterious and why do we care? nobody comes as they are anymore, you connect with everyone but you close every door and abandon the mind in the favor of social ardor; ignore me while I stay king of the low-key: representative of sentences reflecting shutter snaps, pin the world to my wall so I can feed you table scraps and position your television to receive bad news then take off the aluminum, awaken and begin again... let the earth shake for you... hook: kill the trumpet player, avengers, house of lies, iron man three, captain planet three, thirty rock, ocean’s thirteen, the united states of leland, brooklyn’s finest, roadside prophets, hotel rwanda, the dog problem, after the sunset, swordfish, devil in a blue dress, the golden palace, flight, crash! (go! go! go!) Grant Livesay (as Twinn Chiron): skinny with a slight lisp, patient with a blatancy streak to sink ships, pirate herding serfs from the pig roasting on a pike spit, rum sip like an incision hypo-dermal to your cerebellum, quick!, RAM sixty-four bit in your system and make it fit: ass for the kitsch, plaster over the socket, dogs barking red rocket lipstick with enough daughters to make a false father flip, funny how posing parallels to a prophet never nets a bitch postured in fishnets, and i hope for the sex we haven’t lost you yet: raising chickens with a guillotine sponsored by the rooster’s teeth, hit it on the head less than subtle gender normativity attenuated for your attention ten hut head for timbuktu ten bucks for two tickets you and the missus with a twinn zeus tune for the listenings; checking in for blisters and a blessing from a seraphim and television harbored by aluminum amphetamines we’re christened by the cross, crux, cream and the green so sing for the lost, lust, lean and demeaned - we are all mentioned in this pension, petty and forlorn; simpletons afraid of ascension: tracked rap scorned. (don cheadle!)

Verse: I’m part of the celestial body, A sprawling soundwave skyline painted partly, Due to the nostril spray from nosetradamus party, Everyone can see the future, And plan pretty picnics indoors because I’m trying to buy Supras, But my wallet had a bypass and I needed gas, To get from point a to b so I was living on a sea of Sutras, and prayers, I said whoa Whodi, You need to live clean, throw it all away and study Dharma Bohdi, But if the tree is in me, Then why are your principles for peace so deceivingly controlling, (He told me . . .) Touche, but who came, On my duvet, you need a new name or new lane, If you can’t play the blues like Dufresne, In Shawshank, then you get short-changed, Lucy loose-leaf and you say, I don’t have the shine for a new day, Or use a higher grade grape seed oil to saute, Or marinate, the under belly of the beast with raw sage, I mean, truthfully, Your life is an illusion, A mere theorem to a hypotenuse you’re used to using, Truant usage of ideals that grip nations among the tools we’re abusing, No new noose for the half notes we’re choosing, Depression is up and business is booming, Confuse fuchsia and (con) ‘fucious tupac turned tulip, Tomatoes blushing at your bruises, Put down your books and develop thought in opposition, Even if the origin depends on the opposite position, The redundancy will welcome your solitude and galvanize your defensive, Prepositions, composite krylon posited ions, Scientific method raised the stakes but won’t offer a pilon when I’m gone, Rhymes drawn to give readers something to lie on in confidence, It’s the product of genius, no it is opulence, A firm decree that silence lifts, My voice to the the mountains tip while pulling a golden chariot, Carrying your ideals and simmering silhouette, Soliloquies vibrating your ovaries and vas deferens, When there’s a vast difference, Between pausing and making threats, Of a sexual tense, A saints saving grace is in the scent of their dying breath, I haven’t found the extract to profit yet, But I know that undying loyalty makes her wet, More than the molly, money, and oj mixed with a glass of moet, That’s why I opt to leave it alone, and go in, I’ve been trolling since 2010, I’m sorry I’m not sorry for the trojan spin, Playing just the tip with the trojan end, but then again, All these lines are killers like trojan GIFs, Surprise attacks, and all formed into a pen, Or instead a font, That gets aggression across, Because I’m the type to hit you before we talk, Regret it then write a letter of apology, Deliver it myself and then send your mother a photo-copy, I understand the consequences of a violent hobby, Tell them their work’s shoddy and they’ll want to grab the shotty quick, To either mark someone out or hit a lick, Youtube gangsters will do anything to get a click, Me i’ll to anything to flick a clit, Whatever diddles your skittles, or gets you lit, They say the lantern can burn bright depending on the width of the wick, Whisper my real name and say Twinn Zeus, 5% understand the difference between the package and the truth, Closed for development my mind is under a hoop, Not an angel not a human this thought transcended a loop, I’ll be here with a dusty bottle of bourbon, After you finish your sermon, About excess leading to success among vermin, Black and mild, wild and black, Half God all shadow I walk to the void and then I turn my back

omphalos: the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road, yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking... twinn chiron: we called it four just to keep it simple liminal reach between a leech and a track feature seminal ease of a brush to an easel rust sealed from the peel of his punch to the real twinn zeus: i’ll call it eighteen, for a safety, and two warriors on a freight team, push boxes, to inflate pockets, your pain’s cropped in, to pull attention to the tension, we’ve pitched in, I go into the city to pity the pigeons twinn chiron: christened miss listeners pandering for four k, baby we found more resolution in eight-hundred by six-hundred call us old souls for playing the role to cull ascension fever pitch of the phoenix, i pity the pigeons twinn zeus: a pitiful pigpen, filled in with a harem of vixens, claws tipped with the poisoned, noise of revolution twinn chiron: and in an instant the stint of this seraglio spiked scent of a mentioned pension tonight... contrite... omphalos: the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road, yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking... twinn zeus: living a lie, prattle the cattle, convincing the stream to believe and survive the battle, blades made, to polish the chattels, make them powerful, cradle the handle and sample, the creaking amp bleeding through channel twinn chiron: sordid candle upon the mantle, wick or the beeswax, axe or the scandal fanciful flourishes murdering tourists herded by wordsmiths shackled to purges blackened purses and the sweet-toothed tongue of the turgid fervid twinn zeus: sabre and sword, the lore, for evermore, intense flips and mastered a bastard gymnastics, of practice and perfection, natural selection, darwinian symmetry, simply put synergy’s circle and root, twin chiron: check marks and roofs, cloven hoofs cursed turf of this earth, i’ll be leaving it soon... twinn zeus: housing a fable, singing hymns and aesop’s fables, tables, turned legs match match sticks and brooms, i’ll be leaving it soon... omphalos: the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine the blade is me, the blade is mine the pen is me, the pen is mine kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road, yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking alone yojimbo, we’re walking.

Verse: Haters will hate, and lovers will find a kinder way to say, That wasting a few hours a day, on a passion that won’t pay, Is in fact a passion play, don’t make yourself a martyr, Or use your words to repaint tomorrow, Let that cargo go, no one wants to follow a man with baggage, Aim for low hanging fruit and call it magic, You might’ve seen the stains but the fabric-ate-it, To find importance in problems when you can’t solve them, Problem? Watching options swirl down the drain, A constant, throwing caution, to the rain, And the wind it creates or perhaps it’s the other way, My options, are myopic, Until I put these frames on, Labels can be toxic, Identities accosted, When the box is gone, Keeping it low-key, While it slowly keeps poking at raw nerves, And gut-checking me at every turn, I don’t have to kill to stay alive, I’m immortal if my words can’t die Powerful sound, sharing power with words, I want to save lives, Because someone saved mine, When will you realize that real lies, Poke fun at the terror in the eyes, Of a man at his wits end, There’s a difference between the people who care, And the one’s that are there, Only when the weather is fair, I’ve mis-calulated the measure, Between trash and treasure, But as long as I have these letters then rubble will serve me better, When the kingdom has come, Screw a city I put on for no one, They told me to change, and play it safe, So the people could relate, I’ll tell my half of the story I’ll do it my way, Then maybe we can spark a dialogue about who’s great, I want to evolve and take it to a different place, But if you didn’t care in the beginning should you matter today, Have you ever stood for something or do you tell others to sit down, If we keep biting each others legs we’ll never reach the clouds, Keep following lost souls and you’ll never be found, I know that’s weak and meek to what cannibal dogs eat, But do you want to be the cricket among ants, or a god among kings, Twinn Zeus stays loose, welcome to the gates, The key is wordplay, the lock in the shape of a spade, This is callous magic at a spa day (-de), See red that bloody aftermath was all dre, A slight of hand trick denied with a pase, Catchphrase, to phase through an era, That praised trial and error, And hates trials with errors, But a feedback can distort a project and mercury can butcher the cleaver,

Verse 1: Unable to remember his name, Clawing at his arm with a spade, As if to say, his vein was right there, Fair, Is a fairly, misappropriated term, Internally contradictory digesting a dry ice berg leaf, Turn cheeks, In the same direction as the handles, Sink into the darkness of the blind eyes painted in the same hue, As those drawn on cleopatra’s tomb, Macadamia toasted To the same tan macedonian cultured idea of social order, Mental disorders lament, the misprints, and the fitness of misfits, Who attempt to run this sunstripped, rusted, gun ship, Punted into the hands of the litters runt, CHORUS: Funded by crossed signs, all blood types, Accepted and praised by, donating hoards, Taking shelter from the rain with cardboard, Fixing karma’s picture with narcissism is an art form Verse 2: Synthesized bones, hollowed into horns, Signal storms, Conche, caught in the firm grip of ruler Monche, Two o’s can’t occupy the same space at the same time who’s the head honch, Oh great, the warrior poet and philosopher turned his soap box into a milk crate, And penned fates, to the same tape, As the insect wings that couldn’t escape, A calculating obsession with needles for pins sake, Eclipse your ellipsis with the wait, All the while nervously shifting weight, Leaning towards a figure blaming gravity for the mistake, Medicine balls knock the air out of your praise, Two face or too safe, it can’t go both ways, An ultimatum will split your tomato, The faint painting your tracing, Will color your faygo, just lay low, Don’t tango with the peach and mango, tea drinking angel, Depressive genes, please, you’re too far out of your lane, And two steps away, from a kiddie pool to play with the concept of pain, Clapping like a hundred pigeons taking flight, Telling me how many choices are left to make this right, Maintaining the power of self through passing of might, Defaming the grandeur of all else with hindsight, Of course I can shine if my mind is fluorescent, I’ll leave guessing, to the second thought undressing, The future with it’s eyes, my lines pine, For a chance to split trees, Made of money and give away the seeds, A helping hand, empathy, or charity, it’s all the same thing, As long as you are not judging, Don’t look at this as a lecture just gentle nudging, But feel free to continue with the ear plugging

CHORUS: I woke up with blood on my pillow, I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow, no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow, My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow, I woke up with blood on my pillow, I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow, no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow, My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow, Verse 1: Forty ounce and a packet of opiates, cut your blunt with angel dust and palm my nuts we strugglin’ Ignorance, dividends, Parted the sea for the darker skin, But failed to fill them in, So the scantron's shade’s off by one, The notes we play for some, Register esoteric puns, Liters of whiskey and the popping of guns, Keep me safe, and far away, From the riddle’s that time offers in exchange, For the young realist and renegade, player, Trilluminati, karate biscotti breaker, Pardon dolly take to of D’s I’m planting seeds for later, Poor souls pour spirits and cobra clutch the colt though, Hashtag pellegrino, Kermit, ferrigno, Simple, semtex syntax barrel rolls, Misdirect better bet on that grassy knoll, CHORUS I woke up with blood on my pillow, I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow, no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow, My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow, I woke up with blood on my pillow, I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow, no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow, My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow, Verse 2: I’ve shown control of info, if my buzz is in slow-mo, I hope I can react fast, to the claims that I’m trash, Sure our sound is convoluted and won’t outlast, The presence of other songs, That don’t have the balls, To tackle the subject matter we have, Say you want about realness, the state of hip-hop, and the street being mad, When I can’t walk the street at night if my pants sag, Then I guess I’m past rap, If I’m past mad, then who’s fitted cap, Will die a meter from the fact that you won’t see cash, For endorsing the apparell that gets you gassed, And paints a large target on your back, Feeling like the light Don Cheadle of rap, What type of spittle is that, My star spangled banter will put the panther to cats, Vibranium cloth, stand when you talk, And say it loud, That brown doesn’t matter since we all say nigga now, Verse 3: All your victories are pyrrhic, Reciprocity is common and lead is in the climate, Front with that hot air, The crosshairs are on your timex, Kindness must be swinging from your family tree-- The highest, point of your lineage is 6 feet deep, Eternity may not come tomorrow, But the confines of your hindsight and sorrow are the only things that Sallie may borrow, Still bump machiavelli, while reading the prince, In an attempt, To breathe new meaning to the term double fist, I can smell the milk and honey when I was chewing at my wrist, Let the sound of crunching tendons mix, With the laugh track they have queued up if, People don’t understand the joke or the part of my heart I just threw up, Then I guess I need a new squad, that feels just as lost, Because blood thinners boil quicker fresh out the box

CHORUS: This is the feeling of life, A flash of lightning in apex of night, The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright, Verse 1: What would you do if your soul mate walked away, Found a man who loved her that wasn't afraid, To swallow his pride and tell her everyday, Follow her or stay, and wade, In the black sludge of your lung with words full of hate, Or move, through, that feeling of being empty, Empathy doesn't support self pity, But understanding the need for balance, sitting, waiting, And finding change in the same self destructive ways, Different ends of the spectrum that feel the same way, Black and white photos that time turned gray, Similar to the shades in the sky, where all secrets (my emotions) hide, And where I often find a disguise, Everything with a price was once free, Never together there was no we, Your back was the only thing I could see, I love you but you couldn’t feel for me, But I like this, you see it makes sense, It may not change your opinion but I can bend this, Rhyme to fit any time and and immerse my mind, Into a coded line, that is apart of the fabric of a grand design, That can describe my fine, point's, struggle, Flex more (then) hustle, or fight against that hunger, to keep my lineage from possibly falling under, CHORUS: This is the feeling of life, A flash of lightning in apex of night, The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright, CHORUS: This is the feeling of life, A flash of lightning in apex of night, The outlier in monotony that makes a smile seem bright, Verse 2: Who embodies perfection if it has a complexion, Comparing pain, is a vain route to attain, Understanding of the weight and strain of a smaller man’s frame, I wish I had someone to explain how easy it is to leave a life slain, Blankets are for the living and body bags for those stuck in decay, Not morally, mortally, it is dependent on who is safe, But then again shame, Is self-prescribed at-ti-tude, Tattooed, into, the logic that defines, My manhood by, Similar standards to the blood flowing inside, True blue, tooth used, to chew, Fantasies into smaller pieces, Because broken dreams are easier to swallow, It is easier to stay afloat when hollow, But boats were made to save, Not take on water and follow, Men to the bottom of a sea, your crutches, bleed the ubiquity of judgement

CHORUS: I said I had to leave, that’s a quick cut, You said let it bleed, that’s a quick cut, We were scared to dream, that’s a quick cut, Living by a blink, that’s a quick cut Verse: I just want to take a moment a say that I appreciate, Those that held me down, Whether it was an trivial mention or helping me keep my feet on solid ground, I never wanted to be king if I was I’d melt the crown, Break it up and give it to the people that stuck around, I made a decision that is neither new or profound, But it means more to me when I say it out loud, It was in the daybreak that I found, Who this song could be about, The name came to mind but won’t come out of my mouth, I rarely tell the story, But this person made an impact and I abandoned them shortly, and I won’t forget it, One morning, I chose love over purgatory, The secrets told no longer formed a burden for me, Instead I grew accustomed to the story, Having something stolen that can never replaced, The feeling of being safe, Trying to find your way and having to look your assailant in the face, The silence makes every hurtful word louder until they drown in hate, You blamed your period for the pain, I wish you would have told me right away, But I don’t know what that would change, I understand why you never wanted to sleep, And why you stayed up late studying at a feverishly until day, How we talked in Benson until we could barely stay awake, You knew I wouldn’t let anything else come near you, And when your pops died we stood in the rain and watched your heart wither slowly, It wasn’t in the way that you spoke coldly, But the way that your eyes said go away, but your body language said hold me, Have you ever seen a ballet performed on blades, And understood that the base was a brace and your screams were foreplay, But the Other’s pain is just a phase, Yet the cuts will still remain, And a pro knows to move shards along a vertical plane, Even if one day your castle of paper falls At the end of the day it’s not my pain, I can only observe it’s not something I can claim My life has meaning, your’s does too, Even if you refuse to believe it, these words are the proof, If it wasn’t for my brother I wouldn’t be here, he stayed up too, Even if you think these lines are deceiving, that knife was the truth, That knife was the truth, in the night we found truth

Moment of stasis, temple of Isis, Sturdy freezing iris, a bleeding fragrant iris, Beauty capable of taking the crown from the head of Osiris, Skin tinted green from rage, jade, and the envy of silence, Violence given rank and file among emaciated prices, Destruction compounds the creation of the atoms it entices, Tensile strength fortified and collapsing, future children grasping, At straws stuck in awe, that the world outside their trash cans isn’t lasting, Picture us laughing, picturesque, plain frame, binary mainframe crashing, Movements painting watercolor dreams and pastel nightmares, Breathing corrupted by the air, ease, Mercurial stares freeze, impaired, flash bang at the weapons fair, Paired not with the back breaking dares, Instead furrowed brows and nostrils flared, Silk palms nailed, to the wood of your soapbox failed, To hold a pure minds distinction veiled, Extinction of your concepts hailed, As the creation of a mint flavored ale, Intoxicated with power, over the feelings you’re drinking, Linking the pristine, fisting your wet dreams, Listing the findings consumed by the rhyme scheme, Out shone by the lightning, riot inciting, My means to an end doesn’t involve fist fighting, But it can though, Everytime I walk in a room I spot at least, three, ninjas ready to scramble, The uppercut is coming watch my feet stroll, Let the lead jab go, Caught the rhythm in the canvas listening to the hook that’s two blows, Float like a butterfly sting like an african bee hive, Keep my feet wide and dig into the body that’s four more it was a combo, Fake the long throw, Samurai sword from your abdomen to your adam’s apple (‘pull’), Your piss smells as strong as mine, But these eyes yield a divide, That is ill equipped for the task of forming bonds with the changing tide, This pseudopupil is a compound eye, Pivoting around the reflecting truth and lies, By a factor of seven with in five, Millimeters of extinguishing lives, This is the matrix if there is no spoon then there are no rules, Stale weather, better, letters taken to form, Humidity, Persephone, left gutted on the board, Brothers running each other through with boar horns, Lochness drinking the pooled cess begging for more A pack of vultures circling, Paints a target on the back of icarus burning, Picture Hermes, serving the, king, Because he heard of me hurdling, The limits of certainty, While lowering the blood curdling, Screams to a monotone murmuring, Unfazed by the gradual decrease, Minutes turn to days and hours to weeks, In your daylight dark streaks, Wrap around the moving feet, Of masses attempting, To traverse vertical planes without slipping, Make a living, off adlibbing, fitting, Quotient understated, but recognized the prize and classification, Patience is a bitter virtue to chew, The glittering truth, blinds, fools gold, No Fools’ hopes, No plans, just wishes, that time will move forward

Twinn Zeus: I love what you are and I love what you aren’t, You’ve been there from the start, And though we may have different visions, Of what decisions will tear us apart, I will always find my way back home from the dark I love what you are and I love what you aren’t, You’ve been there from the start, And though we may have different visions, Of what decisions will tear us apart, I will always find my way back home from the dark---- now that’s love With a voice like every beautiful face seen, Echoing, against the walls of an artisan memory, When every, word thrown and is received, And met with a sea of applause that dies down To the sound of a hundred leaves set aflame, The buzz of drugs, or the feel of a bubble butt, Aren’t the same, As the gaze of an eye that is willing to trade, Stories with me, it’s as simple as synergy, 1(), 2(), 3(), It’s okay if you wanted to leave, Just stay fly and remember to breathe, 1(), 2(), 3(), I don’t want to lean, On the people I need, But what are friends for, Pockets or shoulders, Show doors, To the people that feed, Off misery, If you’re ready for change and want more, say it with me, I won’t know defeat, I can make my dreams reality with my family, I don’t have to add the tabs of what you owe do the math, It’s easy as 1, 2, 3, linear simplicity, That’s the circle of life and it’s ubiquity, Bounce upon the roundabout way that I display, The love that I claim, and the cage that it has made, Or perhaps we can stack them to a stairway, That helps us get to heaven the fairway, You’ll never make it man that’s just what the hate say, Says, Said, A long time ago, But I know it was just in my head, But the reality of what I felt led, Me down a shaded path, That’s aftermath allowed me to shed, the skin that I wasn’t comfortable in, I’m just glad that G-chat was open, I owe pens my life, and stability to my friends, That’s why I do what I can, And I may not be around to see the end, But I can leave a mark at tell y’all to never give up and dig in, Because that’s love. . . In general. If love is war I’ll be your General. Charles Verse: I ask "am I trippin?" Searching for a feeling void of a definition: that’s love in specific. I doubt I could ever be a lieutenant or general for love in general. Cause before I spread it, it should be embedded in me That’s more than skin deep. And I’m still in the same un-shedded skin that I was before dying to break out of myself through my pores. But no more… Cause I’ll create a love so strong that when in my presence you can’t go wrong I’m a product of people who’ve opened their hearts to me so honestly, it’s obligatory I continue their journey of love Inside of myself is where my heart’s caged, but outside of myself is where my part plays So I refuse to be the locksmith whose never chosen to unlock his own love, love. To my friends I’m indebted forever (I feel your love) To my parents I’m indebted forever. (I feel your love) To my future lover, thanks for showing me how to truthfully love you But first I’m in the mirror every morning with a loving word, kind gesture, and a future tense prayer. I’m the love I want to exude by feeling that way I’ll be the change that I wanna see by walking that way My love’s been past due, time to move it your way. Let’s build in love Let’s construct in love Let’s create in love Let’s relate in love Move… Let’s just live in love...