Not sure what i see
• Written by Lurkinglord
Hallucinations/
Palpitations/
Sensing Sensations similar to Satan/
Hello Krakatoa/
Crackling down my foes like dominoes/
Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in October/
From ghettos down to tomb Ramses -/
- Picking by pages, about to show my flow/
These/
Concerns of which i am about to address/
Comcast cable and a bill to top off my checklist/
May have a lisp, may have a zip, but I can zigzag through verses/
Madvillany ad-lib in cursive words like hearses/
Stole your career/
King Leer lurks and hears/
Not fearful of a mirror/
Just the way it looks at stares/
VROOM!, veer from the illusion/
My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/
Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/
Off the top Cr-ocker pot/
"Run the Jewels", cottonmouth/
Roller, can't decide which way to roll over/
Think I'm bipolar, and moreover/
Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/
Reform my corpse with four sore bruising's/
Somebody sue me, like Tom Cruise in that movie/
I have grown fond of my Lexicon/
This luscious brotherhood I've donned since Saddam/
Under that weight/
Vanilla Ice flipping real estate/
States the fate of an artist bent on Brooklyn banks/
Tom Hanks & Tom Watts flaunt the onslaught/
As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/
The whole lot/
Doesn't seem to understand/
My master plan opens a door unopened/
Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/
Raising nothing but ruckus/
My success is lifting your eyelids/
To show your kids i'm a spirit that's kindred/
Remember a soul never wants to be ended/
Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/
"Hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/
Welcome to my world, it spirals and it swirls/
Existential thoughts depending from the curls/
Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/
It's either give up hope/
Or push some coke/
Dope, weed seeds, blotters and shrooms/
Barrell up into a hotbox, watch the threading looms/
Wonder why? I see past all disguise's/
Begged and pleaded with the Lord above, Jesus/
Fried, despised my heart that lies within/
A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/
Went out shooting, here's my retribution/
Confusion, moonlit masking that i'm fused in/
Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/
Freemason it freely, reputation for my rarity/
Clarity barley comprehensible/
A terrier unable to hop the fence and still/
Kill with skills unheard off like Timbuktu/
Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/
Your resentment just furthers my results/
Zeus on Olympus throwing thunderbolts
Dare ya, take out the king/
This evil Lord, held a prisoner in Sing-Sing/
Bring bling & sling feelings like we're healing/
I'm walking about town, with a wallet named Gr-omit/
Grounded but lifted, sixes and sevens/
Tears on my necklace, reckless, sexless/
A carriage from my inheritance/
Waterfalls and visions on my visors/
My incisor numb to the nano receptors
To beat or not to beat/
On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/
Reap, leak, seek heat'n'if you reek, i got your needs like wiki-leaks/
Outta the fucking blue/
Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/
Robbing along the block like Wells Fargo/
Dipping in'n'out like Argo/
How far'll you go?/
I got nothing to lose, loser i'll bruise ya/
Watch ya hide inside your Chevy truck cruiser/
People are quick to not work and kick ya when your down/
Get around like Tupac, I'm not worked up, I'm wound/
I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/
Get a call from my mom, one love/
Sunlight reflecting off my ray-bands store-bought/
Headphones keeping loners in check/
Entertainers to the stoner eclectics/
Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/
No more of that otherworldly ethereal shit/
I strive for excellence, unless its derived/
From anyone that isn't me, no pity in sight/
Coming out the snowfall, like Hoth and I'm soft/
Doth narrated as I approached k.dots loft/
Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/
Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/
Milks cool, got school in a while/
All along the Waterfront, like a crocodile/
Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/
Walk around the corner, get a flier from a crier/
Cowering on my stage to long/
Power-struggle to come through with a song/
Ready for my long con to be finally done/
A don conspires and rewires/
Igniting a fire first, with his lighter/
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Lurkinglord
Member since November 3 2013