I said I was going to play some classic stuff,

but then you came in here and beat-boxed it up,

bad people,

bad language,

bad auras,

bad vibes,

got that music dirtier than that sh*t you call your 'ride'!

We're a five star club with lots of physique,

not one of those bars on the corners,

with the tacky and chic'.

If you are what you eat

And you put a sock in it,

And we're in the same boat

But it never left the dock

And when it rains, it pours

Everything but the kitchen sink,

Like the Ivy Leagues,

Imma make you think.

Cuz I'm off the hook

But on the fence

Fell off the wagon

But in my defense

The jury was out

And the verdict is in

From rags to riches

I'm in like Flynn 

So break a leg

And bite your tongue 

You can pull the plug

Cuz only the good die young 

I blaze the trail

So hold your horses

Back in the saddle?

Par for the course 

It's a knee-jerk [re]actions

Speak louder than words

And remember one stone 

Will kill ya two birds

"Why not?"

"Because that shit is whack!"

"Oh is that a matter of fact?"

"The fuck you not getting?"

"What I'm getting at

is that you have no back or shaft

for any act that may attack your laugh."

"The fuck are you on, crazy motherfucker?! None of that shit make any sense."

"Subtract the math from your evidence

to attract the wrath of this eloquence 

elaborating upon the rad significance

of said 'hardcore shit;' you want another encore

on the hit of that supercensoredkoolaidspliff

you've been using all this time, your whole life,

all your space to ease the pain of all the disgrace

that's presently painting the tapestry of humanity;

the profanity subordinating this reality, its beauty,

regardless of how dark this beauty just may be,

but just maybe you should see the opportunity

in considering the probability that justice (among other things)

will be increased subsequent to this new kind of autobiography,

rather than the incumbent means 

of confessing 'street-ass' thoughts and feelings

silently

thus hiding the

violence we

simply need

to vocalize to viralize this

symphony 

of

poetry."

"God..."

"Yeah

you

know

it's 

me."

This Is What I Want To Hear, Bub.

After All It Is my Pub.

Some Danzig, Doro, & W.A.S.P.

Throw In Some Papa Roach & Motorhead.

Hell Some Maiden & Metallica To Keep It InSane

& Let Us Not Forget

Our Good Friend Mustaine.

Things To Make you Feel the Rub

& Pull Back a Bloody Nub.

#B27321

Blood, sweat and tears dragging their feet for years,

Soul worn thin,

Thin mints ain't enough to remove the stink,

The stench,

The contempt,

Contempt of St. Peter's court,

Courting the rich and heinous,

Sporting a new Yeezy line,

Yet crossing it,

Criss-crossing it,

Hop-scotching it,

Play fair and square,

'Cheat' exclaim those badged with defeat,

Knife in the back,

They all fall down.

Taking me as a joker,

Crowned me the king of comedy,

Crowned me the king of 'somethings wrong with me',

Ducking responsibilities by clowning about,

I'm now the rich and heinous, 

Favours in the form of shout-outs,

"No? What if I put out?"

Considering no longer resting,

Now detesting my former morals,

Resting within an internal quarrel,

Over whether superficiality is everyones speciality,

Feeling disconnected from technological reality,

Reality of distractions finally losing traction,

Grinding to a halt,

Hitting the grindstone with your null-blade,

Huh,

It's well-played I guess,

You're still the technological barmy army,

Stepping in line to rearm me.

Yes, hi. I'm here to rap.

Uh...yeah I'm so good that I can make my words appear just like that...I mean dat.

Aw hell naw, you gotta represent, betta recognize.

You best be trippin dawg, you gotta listen to these rhymes. Homie.

Fuck da police, I've been incarcerated so many times.

Actually that's a lie, an officer just yelled at me one time.

For cutting in line.

At Comic-Con '09.

Did you know I have a Master's degree in wireless data systems?

I also have a PhD in PIMPIN.

That's...dat's right.

All my ni**as in da house say HELL YEAH.

................

Alright, no one said it, but no problem cuz I'm a true playa.

Ok I now realize that I'm getting dirty looks from some people around me

I can assure you, I am not a racist, nor will I ever be

In fact I have lots of black friends.

I mean African Americans.

I see, you guys don't believe me.

Ni**a please.

Ok your angry stares are kinda messin with my lyrical flow right now.

Just put the guns away.

"You don't want that played in your club? Well, I'm apart of your paycheck. You got that, bitch," you retort.

*PUNCH!*

"Who you callin' bitch, chump," she asks.

You spit out some blood and a little bit of a tooth. Little does she know, you're packing under your pants. You pull out your gun and point it at her head.

"Who's the chump now, huh? I could pull this trigger and end your life right now!" You say.

By now, the whole club is riled up. A tap on your shoulder gets your attention.

"Come on. Come on, Hannah. You don't have to do this," your friend says.

"Fine, Alessia. Why are we even here in the first place?" You say as you walk out.

*BANG! BANG!*