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letra de this night amok - beans

god, i’m not sure of you existence –
but won’t call you out your name as insurance
but in case you are there and i’m not aware –
i won’t blaspheme –
i’m ballbeam, the big sauce handsome hand grenade rob
the ishmael reed of mc’s – so far out – that my writings
enticing to june tyson –
my real is surreal when i cobra cuddle
no recoil clutch a microphone – meet the new ted joans
been that –
will be that –
stay that –
abstract – use my head for more than a hat rack
tryin to reach my cloud –
taking the stairs i’m above it –
lord of everything my light touches – mr. nightfall
mr. wack never that always forever extratalest –
w/ that drop dead fresh
it’s when i close my eyes ‘til i rise – no 9 to 5 –
my burdens i’m too fly – i belong in the sky –
my drip add water you drown you flood w/ the ferocity of a
leaky faucet
savagely speaking – if i’m wrong, then who’s right?
creatively lawless – the god you can touch w/ text
slay then raise from the grave in 3 days
i’m jesus – my hot rod is a t-rex
preying on minds fatalistic artillery articulate
words vivid – like staring out a windowsill
to these flavorless – bland as water
room temperature tepids –
y’all got yellow t–th and rock waves
cause you spent more time brushing the wrong sh-t –
i can’t ride that wave – so much for priorities
a crowbar dislodged your soul from your body –
each tic of the clock has become your foe –
i’ll admit, though – that you’ve got gusto in your pursuit
of failed ambition – y’all fell off like tumblr –
after the p-rn restrictions –
i’m from new york where they spread love like bedbugs
to a mind swaddled in squalor –
tryin to explain the concept of time to a toddler –
time, a measure of duration linear –
this is the termination of your linear duration –
laid in waste your dreams in debris –
vivid in 3d – when i’m feeling indecisive –
i tie a chain around a rapper’s neck –
tie the other end around a pole –
then drive as fast as i can go –
throw the decapitated head into the air –
yell heads or tails –
somehow, it always lands on heads, i suppose –
you a whimper trying to whisper futile in the ear
of a brazen blaze – don’t burn
sweeter than plum wine you b-tch macho benign
washed up – you a wash cloth
the passenger pigeon who flew into a fan –
he’s duck sauce
i’m from new york where they spread love like bed bugs
santa going out of business because of abortion –
that type of bullsh-t –
santa doesn’t exist
you twit –
roses are red –
smurfs are blue –
they ran out of glitter glue and can’t shine like you
failed miracle –
trust exercise distressed trauma
in a costco
soggy urine stained thong –
a dead shark for a bong –
a tea kettle makes better songs –
gloatingly as that
sh-tbag zimmerman signing autographs on a pack
of skittles despicable –
mike vick as dr. doolittle –
happy negro –
shackled by zeros –
to do the bidding of status quo
even if i play quiet on tippy toes
everywhere i go –
an apocalypse follows –
slipped into the beat like a kimono
i’m from new york where they spread love like bed bugs
abused crews in a theme park of pain
measured in mass put-weight on the name –
i radiate my own sun –
foraging graves to raise a calvary –
this night amok
no clemency –
it means nothing to me –
to sh-t on mc’s –
over crowds – i’m a circus performer
on the trapeze –
w/ diarrhea

- beans

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