AP Lit

Omniscient

 

Ahab chasing Moby Mobius

What you say go round. Quoting us.

Lays. Shareholders.

I ended with the 275th.

Lay, Queequeeg pagan missionary

VINs Bildad tryna keep us from, missionary

No 20/20, Moby crash the Pequod dumbly

Ahab command, no belt, dummy

Crew wearing green sweaters, money

Aground. Ahab's records dumb, see

Check the double entendre.

Time, see? To go to bed... Shareholders, quota, ahead...

 

This Bildad's and Peleg's retirement investment.

In debt's this. To the supply man.

 

This LASIK basic, greatest 64s MD in the works, no doctor

I sold shit, tho, tried 'em

 

Melville

 

Thousands been hearsed in that first warehouse fire

My bars round Mobius like I wear house tires

Trailers, those lower income wailors

 

While digging around in a random drawer of your house you come across a roll of undeveloped film. You decide to develop it.

-What is on it? Who took it? Why isn't it developed?

-What conflicts arise? What are the results of your actions?

 

Finding a film canister in my basement

Flipping the top off, sides yellowed, Asian

There's empty space and mace and

Tons of dead wrinkly pinkies- Asians.

All these pictures Taken, Liam Neeson

I paid cash, they like, "the lease and.."

I want on the red carpet, the cheese, and

Thank you for coming, Mr. Shera, and please and

 

Call my laptop a blackroom cause it's where I develop

Prime95 runnin' all day, factors, get the hell off.

If a nigga stop droppin' hard bars he took the jail off.

I Outlook, ain't took email off.

In fourth grade getting' taller tryna be a baller

At Geist thinkin' the pipes a little "wall"er

No Mario I got the bike from Wario

My lyrics take flight, feathers, tar me, tho

Fibonacci born this CPU socket, sequence

I'm in my living room and I feel Fibonacci breathin'

Stealing Pass the Dutch bar, book thief

About Math- Pascal's Castle- who took me?

 

Film canister prolly from 98, with Koert over by the canal

See me in the baby picture, prestige, can hail

making antibiotics moldy, but brand new

if you catch my wordplay you ain't brand new

hot bars, brand, too

 

keys, please? sneeze. going past the grocery store, brief breeze.

clap knees, vacancy

on the Extreme such latency damn (first snare drop)

breathe, he just on birds and bees and trees

'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty

domestic violence, hit her, see

those bars at my neck, violins

14-14-14-15 timin's

stradavarius. that it's clearly us

And if we faded, wear be us- jeans.

I rap and see things. No "we thing", tho.

other gender- tryna get that moby dick mobius strip, hoe.

what she say false prolly false, boolean. whoa, she click

With me simply- she hot, temps see-

like white boy and a Nexus, Dad reckless, Lexus-

Was in the Cadillac, cattle ass, he think we want his cattle ass back...

apostrophe cause yall dead no burial, hear me, yall

Cry me a river, tear me dull.

Cause life experimental. Tear the middle-

 

I'm bangers, take the bra off one hand.

Countin' ones I got one band.

But I'll still buy a TT02, two shells, one man.

For me and my RC.

I'm trill, nigga, alveolar, R be- (R roll)

Fuck Birdman holdin' stiffin'. Fuck learned man sittin'

Get up and prove somethin', do somethin', move somethin'.

I'm a slave, nigga, Southern. My tongue's in

The bag like you bad niggas I'm beddin'

Over- that's fuckin'- but you don't get it- inheritance

Goin' to Uncle Sam- inherited's your uncle's bands.

See, system ain't broken, just your piece is.

My flow butter, Peanut, Reeses Pieces.

 

She flip out like my phone isn't, wasn't.

Fuck, see, Android buggy, my phone buzzin'.

Me material design even if my phone wasn't.

iPhone fuck with iTunes, my phone doesn't.

You so fucked on Geekbench 3 you think this, treat this, a weak bench, see

My feet shit all of it, my argument standin' there.

 

Lines on the banister go round, canister.

Write half my bars in church listenin' to verses rehearsed standin' there.

This guy disrespect his wife but he still plug in, night light

If the RE dark he got a night life

In bed I sleep on the right side

Those I offend is head over heals like they up ended. Fuck, end this.

 

seland tryna regulate my thought conception- semen. See, man,

This not a drive in, this a see-in

Your window, drone, see, man, rules on the thought process

I cross this out like C, man. Off set.

Girls tryna get Dick like, where tha maps at?

And fuck school blocking Rappad. In math class

Sixteen like my wheels. Ford Escape.

Don’t change oil and more's delay

On the gas why I'm throwin' Franklins at the collision

iPhone 6S sixth-best. GIFs since 06. The decision

iPhone framerates like Seland's transitions

Niggas think they conceivin' bars, just man kissin'

Sex Ed for a preschooler before Google

I got bars, nigga, Googleplex

My shit advanced, Google "Breath",

The second link

My bars over niggas' heads even on the second blink

I don't need seconds to think and I'm never second. Think.

But you runnin' out of time like your bread unleavened

I got angles. In I'm said heaven.

 

If you were a fairy

20/20 clearly

In the forest the cores us-

Trees- no blunt until you hit it, bark-

Romantic Period, wait until it dark,

Though tanned this myriad, winnin's' clearly me

 

Niggas on edge 'bout my edge

Fuck corners, cunt, FCC stickers, edge is

Bezels for navigation buttons, you bezels res'n'less

VEnus de Milo, your phone penis in silo,

With parallelism the-se high, tho:

The edge and edge+ price- reasons Quil Ny, hoe.

You sleepin' on me. I'm keepin' hot keys-

You breathin', deafly yet pokin' fun at, tho, South

I cannal (can now) pokin' at yo' mouth

I get ill logic, told Uncle Sam

I need a couple bands for the edge-

Just kiddin', I RNDIT cuttin' grass

You hoppin' topics like "Fuck it, class,

It's nothing, Oh, J (INTJ), that's somethin'- I'll you learn

Somethin'- fuck grammar-"

You tryna put me down like ya hands hurtin'.

You put me on edge, nigga. That's certain.

 

My loggies, fingers, hobbies, require Lego.

Let me phone be, nigga. Leggo.

You phony, nigga, ayo.

 

Candice candy- peppermint. I run this, Pepper, bitch.

 

Pencils fall from my pocket, I'm prepared for so much paper

My phone round, nigga, Lakers

I ain't but my verses baked- OJ- that's nothin'.

And the 6P get hot, nigga, Satan