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this is poetry

I’m getting hyphy to Icez
His s*** is the nicest
If I was ever in a crisis
I’d just listen to some Icez

i put that s*** on everything like some hot sauce

bad b**** ridin d*** with her top off
boots gettin knocked off
tequila on the hard rocks
quiet with the long talk
i light it, let my lungs talk
backshots like gunshots
i got my blickolas cannon
i put my d*** in her salmon
she swallow kids for no famine
that c*** is hidden in canyon
it dont exist, b****es yappin

P**** so good had me feeling like a stalker
Soon as I hit the p****, had to hit the Mr. Crocker (Fairies!)

Light hit a dust mote for every brush stroke
In the old house down on Suffolk
Rumors say she was a cut throat
The witch in white with cataract eyes down in Humboldt

Spinster vision pit, feline hotel, white picket irritant
Tabby by name of Cagney, the black one Lizabeth
Neighborhood kids caught a kitten and put a stick to it
Her paintings grew darker, more ambiguous

Wandered her home all alone, avoided town
Frosted windows, dirty dishes, and soiled gowns
Eye of newt, mugwort, and sage got boiled down
Cupboard full recipe books and poison vials

Big black flies in the summer attract a crowd
Hopefully she's dead in the house, we'll knock it down
Stepped in where Lizabeth hung, the tabby drowned
Only smell of piss in the air, no magic powers

They looked around, no body found, just opened windows
Illustrations covered the walls in charcoal pencil
A million eyes all shape and size like hungry zeros
Bloodshot, cut, and infected; a look could kill you

Somebody heard a bump in the cellar but couldn't find it
Everybody pulled rugs off the floor to try and pry it
People flipping over her paintings to look behind it
Nobody caught the eyes on the wall losing their iris

A neighbor kid fell down the steps, another freightend
Mom I can't see anything, I think I'm blinded
Her mother gropin air trying to find him, right beside him
Devils in the paintings came alive, the house went silent

Some say the cycle of hate stronger than the cycle of love
I say it’s same spectrum, one essence, only difference is two extremes within expression
One of ignorance and one of wisdom
Yet so many cling to this fleeting nature of reality
You can never reach into future
Or back into the past
So stay present where you at
Take your concentration to meditation to love yourself then proceed to spread that energy to others if you wishin equanimity and peace, to escape this hell.
BE relentless in this mission for the spirit. Many fortunes will fall within your vision. Rest your mind on its undisturbed essence if for a second, many blessings steady manifesting wit good discretions
How these folks supposed to go and get the next nexus ?

i'm woke, boke, bespoke
u hoes broke as joke
she throat, choke to dome
she go blow my load
i'm so dope yknow
my flow floatin slow
stack dough, poconos
u dead old dodo
u hold no control
max out bro, yolo
i go home, u won't
i blow smoke, that doja
her gato bent ova
target practice, i soldier

watch me kick,push
i go d***, tush
she say it feel good
yea... real good
she eat wood like she should
she eat my meat good
we could be mysterious
farm aura, actin serious
delusional delirious
ya girl is on her period
i drink it, i go vampire
my weed litter than a campfire
i'm the s*** like rims and tires
got ya girl she rims til she's tired

The duality of the kinds of bars we get itt

Never shelling out for some ass and legs
When I couldn't break a five I was crackin' tens

These wine country pussies need a glass of red
And these beer tap drafts got me glassin' heads

throw it back at the banquet
she get my splat, she a painting
a*** framing then i hang it
she lookin bad w the anklet
daddy issues and she's damaged
self esteem always vanished
i talk dirty, thats my language
i bang bih with anguish
i'm aanging, i'm elemental
you hella mental,
i get sentimental when my checks is scheduled
what i net, it's several
she gon wet my tentpole
ima spread her wet hole
she gimme head, the temple

VOTY

Unsigned with hype gets you down to the majors
Where the killers aged out- or bounced on a waiver
So eye test rappers like I'm scouting for players
While you introduce metrics to account for the layers

Take the inverse of skill multiplied by their paper
To get the Spotify Monthly divide by their ages
And while laying out the process in stages
You traded how to rap for how to solve an equation

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lets go

if i had a dollar for every o in this verse id be a millionaire

playboy benny

sexy ass voice goddam

lets have rough s**

$44

u a rapper or a math teacher? this is hip hop!

@hadjigaviota