blue oxford

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.