The Realist

The sound of pistols clickin' out in Pistolvania
It's all, "What's up?" and "What it do?" when they reciprocatin'
They say the way we bring the hood back is invigoratin'
My homie seen his dawg turn snake, now he in different places

My energy is vivid, to the Hennessy, I'm vicious
I'm a dawg, but when you hear me speak, I'm really like a bishop
This is not a given, we grew up from dirty dishes
I'm from where they tell you, "Mind your business," so I mind my business
I told them I'd be great when I was little
This a part of me, my DNA, it ain't coincidental
We get it poppin', they callin' us heavy metal
In this life, you really make it out or you a-

That's real
That's real
That's real
That's real
That's-

Microscopic nihilist, architect of bias blitz,
Ticker-tape twitch stitched thick to the pilot’s script.
Crack the cipher where the typhons spin,
Stacking syllables like high-rise sins.
Parallax splatterpaint, tangled in data banks,
Whistle past the graveyards where the mannequins sank.
I bandage blank stares in a quasar trance,
Chisel out a mantra from a landfill’s dance.
Nine lives left in a meat-clock dive,
Speechlocked hive, with a beatboxed bribe.
Tessellated marionette, claw through the cabinet,
Fable-forged falconer, wringing out amulets.
Glitch in the monologue, pitchfork epilogue,
Folded the cosmos inside a synapse catalog.
Medulla oblongata on a tripwire swing,
Syllabic sultan, unsprung king.
Origami paradox, house of wax tyrants,
Sutures on sutras, brew violent silence.
Quarry my quarry with backmasked shrieks,
Harvest insomnia from virus-slicked beaks.
Labyrinthine glyphs in my cranial crypt,
Wrote codes in the ash of abandoned ships.
Mind folds twist till the fractals split,
Speak storms in the bones of the hieroglyph.
Labyrinthine glyphs where the echoes hiss,
Spun myths in the mist of apocalypse.
Wordbomb blooms in the cracks I stitched,
Bleed dreams on a vectorless drift.
Gargoyle grammar in a moshpit journal,
Punched my own soul through a time-loop kernel.
Whiskered the fissures of a Saturn’s grin,
Jigsawed scripture through a phantom’s skin.
Ouroboros locksmith, coil my syntax,
Tethered to blizzards that black out syntax.
Knucklebone oracle, snare-snap alchemist,
Punchline warlock, graffiti catalyst.
Split-second samurai, code-blue scribe,
Detonated sonnets from a cyclone spine.
Ventriloquist ventricles mime my regret,
Ink out my pulse in a car crash vignette.
Neon narcolepsy, binge on ruin,
Courtroom crooner in a dead-end union.
Sword-swallow syllables sharpened in frost,
Fingerprint the cosmos, no matter the cost.
Birdcage atlas, sickle-wing psalmist,
Blitzkrieg lullabies in topaz garments.
Mad-hatter mantras, stitched in the void,
Rust-wrapped revolts in a miner’s ploy.

Maps of my marrow, etched in static,
Danced with the ghost of a failed schematic.
Labyrinthine glyphs, spinning my drift,
Swan-dive into a languageless rift.