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