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this is chapter two, check ya aptitude
test. its the way that we master fools
yep. find a wall and we crash into
it, but try not to smash in two big

pieces. write speeches from tight creases
a savior of souls, kinda like Jesus
fiendish. rock a stage like junkie
Even James Brown would say that im funky

funkified freshness, microphone check this
aftershocks felt from Vegas to Venice
Penance to the people from the rich to the peasants
the pilot will apologize if results are unpleasant

got allowance, spent it. said some shit, meant it
sorry if it hurt when your bumper got dented
i vent a little bit or pop like Pompeii
sick like a virus turn a human to zombie

whats the song say? protect ya necklace
write fourty bars before consuming breakfast
check this (check this). three times over.
specifically gifting with the mic, never sober

Iron curtain satin, the past im combating
biting on my heels, can you feel the action
lack of passion, drained and drawn out. tried
to get some water but ya drank from the wrong spout

took the long route, lack of efficiency
a curious character, never been a simple seed
i watch the ripples creep outward and disappear
the present future is something ill never fear

ive seen better years, lost in arithmetic
frustrated that im still workin for chicken shit
had a style, crippled it. came back a different kid
Chapter 2 in the book of a simpleton

Gale force winds from the lungs of an iron clad
knight bout to strike with the fight that a tiger has
opportune moment so i strike with when the time elapse
chemical reaction and the universe might collapse




WillneverTell:

T-t-t-tip of the top hat to ya.
Jet black groove, no cream no sugar.
No heroes, no villians.
bricks in the wall and sticks for the kindling.

Firewalk with me. Charlie's bars.
this poet stays hard to see.
blurred out table of contents, hard to read.
the artistry, of a heart of steel.

put the art of the easel.
i use priceless paint. when it dries its see through
and its all non-digital.
all unorganic invisible syllables.

no Jawz warning dorsal fin.
it must be safe to swim
knife in the water, razorblade in.
the mouth of madness. checkerboard grin

evens and odds. its all fives and sixes.
mind your P's and Q's. mind your fuckin business.
business as usual. business is odd though.
throwin chairs at the talk show. I got you.

its in the bloodstream, panic as it speeds up its function
kickin and punchin
try to stay afloat in the quicksand, sunken.
burried like a rootball: halloween pumpkin

stabbed in the face and they call it Jack-o-Lantern
blow out the candles, darkness becomes him.
the blades are as sharp in the dark as they are in the lightfall
sparkle in the sight of the sniper's rifle.

I'm a moving target, smiling.
I got a gun too. It don't shoot bullets.
I got a pen too. It don't write words.
I got a death sentence. End paragraph.