blue oxford in my red jordans
and black jeans,
with my white skin,
now if only i had some green /
then you could call me america,
'cuz i'm versed in hysteria,
black and brown bodies crash barriers
as the world turns scarier /
white bodies turn carriers,
of that fear of the ulterior
in the other, taught
to them in the wombs of their mothers,
/ so / that / makes / me /
exterior oppressive, interior surpressive,
the superior expressive
emcee who's suprisingly aggressive /
with a relevant message,
a missive, abstract
yet dismissive of the phony /
because i know you're sick / of the baloney,
and for this gift
you are not gonna owe me,
though i'm paid in full.
my rugs scarves and sweaters,
patagonian and irish wool
anduluvian, deep dyes of red
and purple, swallow you up
like the antediluvian.
i'm high as peruvian
'cuz my rhyme is vesuvian. yes
just for a moment i convert you all to romans
to bathe you
in this flowing pyroclastic from my lips,
all over your mental, and
all the motion in your brain / is frozen by fire,
if it was my desire
the verse could make you expire
but my ambition is higher.
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i'm malevolent.
so stunning like i'm heaven-sent.
luciferous, just like the president;
encrypted servers swallow all the evidence.
i will always be relevant
like the double vision
honyecombed in your melanin:
truth to lies to truth,
ignorant elders mendacious versus all the wise youth.
holy like a funeral pyre / when i'm in the booth,
so burn some incense for me.
zero reference,
keeping it present with the never-ending story
and my natural glory.
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i don't care if you fool me, but just don't bore me.
now point me to 42nd street so /
i can magdeline where the whores be.
