Shhh, the mystique, the Cherokee like Creek.
The Beast from the East, is this D.C.?
The Washington Monument, the Kundalini Chi.
Or the Tower of Babel, the turtle in the half shell.
The pop quiz wiz, or is this the final exam?
See how you’re c
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The tragic “mask” that enhances the immortal mind.
The New Moon to ruin, but this ain’t the Boston Bruin.
Having to adjust, and I already proved my point.
Your last class act was to pretend to anoint.
So your salvation is wasted, I smell your fe
Is it logical to think you're dying as you're born?
And it can be confusing when your soul is foreign.
The Babylonian Rites, the Nephilim that inherit light.
Instead of using a pen, we use to type.
So Land Before Time and Back to the Future.
At
Your fate the cockpit, and you think that’s how you make it.
Wanting to rate, with the debate, so we continue to sedate.
To collect the check, to prosecute all together.
And to inherit the “Gift of the Feather.”
And that’s when you’re Heather,
In the Obama era, did they calculate the A.I. errors?
The new King of the Hill, and this ain’t down south.
Did it compute the terrorist Austin, Texas arrest?
Or was this the dealing of the new Illuminati Rex?
Wanting to mix? Ur insane to try
To construct a complete thought.
The double-bladed that speaks its mind.
The constitution is used as mana.
To work in the yellow lab, is this bananas?
Land Before Time.
The Pythagorean Degree, to agree.
To self-destruct, too much, it sucks.
The Full Moon that’s bright, the precipitous, the Fall.
With December having my back, the Silver Pack, the Call.
For you, the MTV Unplugged, to be trapped in the box.
And you think the Fox has your back?
And ur addicted to crack, with the plas
Sin-Eater
Sunfire, to hire, to sacrifice to Him.
Do I have free will when I inherit the Djinn?
A Few Good Men, to market Sin, my 8th House that stings.
The water that slips through His fingers, but with material, it’s green.
And to think
To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.
To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.
To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.
Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.
And that's who you wake
The hush puppy that grew.
To enlighten those that hire.
To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"
The joke that served its purpose.
To shop at an outlet, the circuit.
In other words, you heard.
That this is the Unclean Bird.
To rule wit
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.
In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.
Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.
Now was that about race? To take th
With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last.
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray.
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed.
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s
The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curs
The Lee District plan, to scheme against the scam.
Descendent of Ham, the G.O.A.T verses the Lamb.
To dilute your blood, after eating the Green Eggs and Ham.
And you know this was done by Sam-I-Am.
To switch the channel, to remote view the thug
The Jannah, the Djinn, the Popeyes, the Hen.
Leave it in 5th, the Gif, with the pen at the hip.
To lay in a crypt, or sit and take notes?
The buzzer beater on time is when you finally choke.
On Cloud 9, my time, while you in Noah's Boat.
When ur in the 7t
To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more
Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chas
