asinine thoughts lurk in the depths of my minds swamps
tapping my jaw with my finger tips like the hands of a clock
click clacking my cause in a fevered pitch, cause time never stops
when I'm landing shots to feed an itch without brandishing a glock.
On my falconry tip, call me Grim or Kestrel since I look up to a hawk
when i acquire the range that's orchestral to my higher line of thought
Higher line of thought? give em an L like a Tire Iron to the Jaw...
You get caught like a pile driver from The Rock you're a ho-gan that's deprived of going hulk.
Lifes retrofitted. my (pen) hold you down while I dissect those piggys..
I'm just another one sent to collect yo pennies to resurrect yo city.
Straight gas like what you're exxons giving you see the pump and then your neck starts twitching.
see my lines so much flex i'm giddy. put a gal on my lap turn yo exxon Jimmy the jokes to witty.
I'm not here to put down an animal, I'd rather give the youth an eye's strength
to see that life can be a cannibal, feasting on it's own truth and those of faith.
a reasoning found tangible by the standards of proof when we're the steak.
it's seasoning our laughable existence takes in that causes some to break
delusions of grandeur aren't affable attributes like a flat soda on a hot afternoon.
These unions of pastures where cattle have the moves to show your harvest matter's too.
cause when I go past your eyes to gather minds i'll find tumors trying to shatter you
like a semi running into a mini cooper on a well traveled street or avenue
I wasn't dissing u btw just continuing ur multi scheme.Originally Posted by Pilgrim Knoughts
Yeah I kind of gathered that, sorry if it sounded like i dissed you.
but, like slime my words went splat! let's forget it happened like a non issue
the mind can be disturbing, cat. So don't be worried how I lead with a pencil
cause it's beautiful mind that I rustle up for the cause like crows on the wind, too.
on the win too?
You'll need a senzu bean when I sense you..
we get hypnotized everytime your pen moves.
You're like Ben 10 helping me be Ben too.
You helped me with everything I've ever been through.
When solo sent the loan sharks you turned them into fin soup.
I aint seen so much class then the last time I was in school.
When your shotgun racks its probably got big boobs and shes trying to empress you.
I'm jealous your house probably got like ten rooms.
...
.. I say
.. suicidal?? been there?
stressed as thin hair, cold metal-temple-pressed the shit there?
evil nutz.. damned as devil's pairs.. scared, this planet-I better bail
mapped out high marking scholar with a plan that would never fail
.. proper recital-this offer is final-this shit ain't for resale..
over.. tho it's dirty mo-town pussy so I won't get into details
.. brain particles on a ouija board, this thinking's warped
.. alone-fuck being found quick-let this death stink absorb
psychotic i guess.. Earth is hell-who then's Satan-I'll slice myself
horizontal to find him but I know this self mutilation's a cry for help
... and that's it
Been A While...Some Babble..
Drakon The Barchitect. On Point Like An Archer's Threat...
Battling Me Is A Knife Fight But Your Steel Hasn't Been Sharpened Yet...
I Choose How & Where You Die, There's Nothing I'm Forgetting...
You Don't Have Options, No Trying To Customize The Settings...
This Is Not A Game You Get To Play, You're Only Gonna Die...
I Have 40 Other Knives In Case Your Homies Wanna Slide...
A Creature That'll Squeeze The Life From You Slowly, What Am I?...
A Boa End Your Life, I Already Told You I'm The Guy...
Don't Make Me Have To Embark On A Sickening Drill...
Now I'm On A Mission To Kill, I'm Fit With The Build-
To Conquer Anything I Decide To Have Submit To The Will...
Prolific In Skill...Draconian Devil...My Alias Insists That I'm ILL...
I'm A Phoenix That Means I Can't Die & I'm Lit With The Quill...
A Stick To Fulfil My Quest For Your Demise To Add A Drip To The Spill...
Stick To Fulfil My Quest For Your Demise
To Add A Drip To The Spill...
My shadow splits into twin moons, equip for the kill
Your spirits sit still, seated in the switch of the steel
Swish the distilled, stale piss, sipping until
I’m spinning the seers’ visual field,
Now the seeker is real, peep the pine eel
The hum of sin in a silent room, is a sin still
Signs spin within a compass toward the unseen skill
And build senses clean until the serpents’ smoke leaves the screens filled
I paint with the sun and lay with the stars, away from it all
But too close to my scars, save me with the anger of Mars
Places never seen by these faces of ours, and we dreamed alone
So take it too far, I wanna see you go to those places you guard
And create with some heart, it’s cold, seek to borrow this heat for your own
In cities of glass, you’re fragile when the wave shall crash in an ancient place
Where love couldn’t save you at last, I lay right there, waiting for the pain to pass
Saved by your saving grace, but you never came to claim your sacred space
Red stains washed away by the strong rains, you can’t quench thee immortal thirst
Too bad if you got a taste, too late to last, that’s when the saviors change the hertz
Riddles old as stones, every letter cuts a corridor to taste her amazing lust
Of knowing more as the weight of the world wakes you up
Swimming toward the shore, but you can never be sure enough..
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