I am just back. Real shit , the cypher never died.
As a matter a fact? I've never felt MORE alive.
Feel the foreman drive. Performing live from the
show, cascading dawn from the windows - see his awards, wit' pride.
My metaphors are rides of luxury. Punches weave
such a picture, critics can't help but read it, constructively.
Luckily, I've already said to myself
that they can't keep up with me. The impact isn't as close
as these knuckles leave.
You can bet I've been sucker free. Sucka, see
the success rate. Best wait for the man to yell check mate.
My "body of work", n' I'm only dropping off 'dead' weight
Administrative leave, believing to get my head straight.
But that's besides the point, as I anoint the masses
they wait, patiently. Can't face it, he is already in complacency.
Back in forth between the prospect of concept
wizardry. They're trying to envision something that isn't me.
Reflection time. So respect the side of the Jedi Council
rectifying his movement to align up to his next design.
Chemical warfare, of sorts. Best decline
or withdraw. Efforts raw. Check it, his method is Deckard Shaw.
Sorry for the new generation, they don't respect the law.
Which falls on the older generation, who had no respect at all.
Fuck it, I poly with politics.
They can swallow this, pill until they feel their acknowledgement.
Still, on the hill, it's surreal, the astonishment.
Build until you can see the skill you have polished with.