Accounted To, Then For

Looking through my two windows in limbo

From the indo swimming through my veins like a minnow

Feel the wave from your head to your ten toes

Pumping blood tight inside my worn timbos

I feel the flight in the night sky

High as a kite that’s being pulled by an in-orbit satellite

Morbid writing employed by royal highnesses

And meant to be felt by the highest of the highnesses

Red velvet capes flowing from the neck, liquid

I won’t stop rocking like the gifted kid that i am

Until the fat lady’s adam’s apple ribbets a riveting song

Just like the lungs do ripping a bong

This from one traveler to another

You can’t see a beauty if you ain’t gonna love her

So accept the excess brain sex, wrestling relief

Better yet the basis of all your beliefs

Fall through the ground straight into to the magma

Burning up your insides and filling all the gamma

Breathing in all the dark matter

And at this point it doesn’t matter whose bank account’s fatter

This life just a skeleton, spraying skin repellants

And your organs played in the background, still irrelevant

Heaven and hell rocking 24-7 like a clock with a bell

Or avalanche it never fell

And when you open up your eyes you can see through all the lies

That were painted on your face as a disguise

They say time flies when you’re having fun

But i’m higher than time so this is more than just a joyride

Aw no i’m not done yet…

Back again it’s the man with the thousand-word verses

Shrinking egos and snatching purses

So get the nurses, you know what they say, i’m off my rocking chair

Rappers feel the burn like a long eye socket glare

They scared stiff, turning bodies to clouds of piff

Leaving piss, these dissing geniuses is fetuses

I go to plan b leave ‘em screaming when they seeing this

It gets grimey when the kid starts rhyming

I guess lightning strikes twice when you fly as kites

And write with the lightning rod

It’s in the body like blood and bone, shock 'em til they don’t remember home

Name, phone number or the last time they rented dome

Come in as clones and i send them back as drones

Prone to overblown eardrums and sheer bum groans

It makes me focus like witches in the hocus pocus

Spit it in a minute and pretend i never wrote this