Grasshopper

Drastic
I’m trying to finalize this trade between you heaven and hell involving your first round draft picks

Asterisk

You’ll know who’s robbing you maskless
Flee from the guillotine we’re known for drop in new baskets

Blast this
Across the omni
All anomaly
Off of the Donnie   

Walkin calmly through this lost Jumanji

This is different but you all deny me, 
While I traverse the realities that you author blindly
Often they would scoff at our offering call it awkward timing
If I can walk through the portal first you can walk behind me

Yeah i’m atheist but I talk divinely 
Any of you ever been stalked for rhyming
No?
I didn’t think so

A Strange Days one off classic this is not a sequel


The sixth member of SG1 with a hefty gun
You’ll get dismembered affecting sons but I’ll bet we won


Them them afraid
Living in hate 
The simian’s fate

Fishing in lake
If their biting I might give thee a plate

Idiom vague
Plenty innate trivium

Dealing in bait from straight oblivion gate givin’ em


Full obsidian slate
If I pay respect off the top I’m avenging with blade

Each of it taken off a block

I’m offending in ways 
You wouldn’t ontologically get shock from living in pain

Even if all of this stops,
The potential exists
Think you callin the shots?
Determinism dissents 
You even call on your gods
For me none of it fits
I’m sure to most apex entities I’m a son of a bitch

I’m a get through this maze
Even if I have to invent how to sift through the ways
Many in non euclidian unlocking different shades
Limited light compendium in spite of living in rage

Its splendid conversing with the Ascended
If it's mercifully emergent from words that burst into sentence 
You’re cursed in an instance

A version perturbed and his surge is complicit
A permanent purge see him lurking with murderous interest



Loaded for bear
Coded for lair
Over the snare

The opening’s there
Hope to despair 
Frozen in fear

Stuck in this motion he’s toting his gear

The harsher the critic the more potent the smear

Globalist sphere

Chosen the spear
Broken Asir omen 

Open ears 
Hoping they don’t wanna hear moping 
I’m poking at weird slogans

Roving bare token 
My flow is the nearest ocean

Hold his beer

He’s boastin a mere quotient 

I appear grossest 
Defiantly weird, cogent

Lyin there dyin
He’s high and the gears frozen
Iron steer firing flying with rare trojans
			  
Motive clear

Nihilist goated giant of focus
For pious at pulpit who draw upon Mayan and Vulcan

Rhyming emotions knowin his mind is as open
Time for devotion where he is designed from the broken golden tier 


These rappers they’re scatterbrain
We shatter frame with the precision of batarang

Same shit boiling, we spit on the track again

Different toilets?
Justice depends on the bladder stain