57 Barz

Tell a story from third omniscient

right to the bottom where the crustaceans

and bottom feeders, limestone rocks, and obsidian.

I feel like a gemstone,

Papparazzi with flashes from camera phones.

I hang up on all of them let them hear the dial tone.

Cause these muthafuckas won't leave me alone and let me roam

about in this abundant jungle, moving through it like a tunnel.

I take the cake

and let it break into pieces.

And let it pile up like a bunch of feces.

That's a little too graphic for our kind of species.

But this is my thesis,

As I go into a stage of telekinesis.

This relationship is to stay platonic,

otherwise it'll become toxic,

and make me catatonic.

It'll have me talking in Ebonics.

Lack of proper grammar and phonics.

Speech patterns moving up and down like hydraulics.

Speaking like a fucking alcoholic.

Make more sudden moves than tectonics.

There's no appreciation.

Due to the lack of representation,

causing abrupt deportation,

In effect a lack of any serious motivation

to keep going.

As long as the wind is blowing.

I won't come flying in just like a Boeing.

I am all-knowing, kind of like a soothsayer.

With the exception I'm all aware of the Lord's prayer.

In my ear like cupid.

Please don't think I'm stupid.

I'm not the one struck dead by cupid.

That shit is useless.

You know what you can do with your excuses.

Take them and go pray to Confucius.

You wanna be a philosopher?

Take your advice and read it on your heart monitor.

I'm into collective bargaining.

Hearts keep on enlargening.

You wanna be a good Samaritan.

I have your ass cleared like Claritin.

Cause a charlitin.

More dangerous than Harley Quinn.

Look more like Olajuwan with my half spin.

Almost emptied the whole gin

and left on the glass.

As I surpassed my limit

feeling full and replenished

as I embark on this death sentence.

Holla!