Welcome to Uruk, City of Devil Noises My poise is invincible, this beat semi-boisterous Y'all beat-down dogs is Marmaduke Call me Marduk I'm a mic brute, unharmed after many screws loose while y'all all fall down Challenger explosion's too soon depends on who is whom Throw the King the vacuum so I can clean up the track but somehow stay dirty I throw fucks away but never boot when I'm upfucked in Back Bay but stay throwin' oceans under the bus but too much acid makes the jitney up and rust and turn blue and this supposed to be a Yellow Submarine dream that I had Nineteen painted mellow for the new youth by Hopper Screenplay by a drunk F. Scott or in Dante Tell the plebes I'll bleed their noise all day and some nights, but only if the priests bring the sacrifice right I'm comin' back as a bad track with good advice From the first marsh drained it was insane Can't turn back the clockhands dangling from my chain Future on the brain because the species built funny Print money in clay stack weapons like honey by bees f'sheez make brew and manufacture glue to hold tracks together into album of god-tunes This is not you, this is everyone one of us tell it how it is until the Devil take his dues and bust or the methane up and leak out of Greenland this green-thumbed man made greenhorns green-eye'd — "Damn, did you see his dame?" No, I was lookin' at his chariot square-stone wheels, solar hoofs: it's a scary whip he puttin' down forever, let the horses do they ting free leatherneck mic vet marquee gree beast to kill Gilgamesh: redesign the ziggurats less squat more pop 'n lock most Lover's rock I am the god of the city, granary, and bodega not a space invader, homegrown reppin' for Ralph Nader The City is a virus and we're all infected but that's alright girl, that's okay cuz what? cuz life is hectic It's an infection of the mind to build cities and streets; it makes us better though — I ain't goin' back to scarlet teeth Fuck the red and the blue we're taking the pink pill the Devil marquee gree spills ill chills and thinks ecological

Since I was young I only wanted universal love it's so dumb, the sentence paralyzed my very tongue It's so funny: the only truth I really spit merely cast me as a sentimental piece of shit Simply because I never know the love I want until I've fucked it up But you know it rains it pours sort of a storm my every resting place on Earth And meanwhile the rest of y'all steady sharpening swords launching very fast boats and willing to board I'm in a life-raft with one wife, one wineglass and one fine-ass lover and a very dull knife so who gon' die first twice every single night Petit Mort, I'm stable as a shaken floor in the picture when the lizard steps and Richter 4 earthquakes interrupt-dates like "Who is that?" lookin' at us like she 'bout to throw that wineglass I'm sorry more than the boardgame I prayed for rain come and take me out the northeast like novacaine for the metaphysick but shit I can't complain I know there's many more troubled by police state governated by the bank and the replay of a sport pick any man my fucks was bored being given so they wrote a note and ate clay Or was it rich farm soil that I'm dying for? In this dream when it's me and her in broad day walking somewhere tropical like a movie score always in on some happy shit we hit the door — I wanted more: the feeling that I know I'm right I know my rights I'm cursed to fuck up whatever life I want tonight so enticed by the choices in the muted lights The morning come before I ever get to say: I'm sorry, man, confiteor.

Only the skills of a poet in a world overgiven to old farts trying to do their best to live like bees and plants Only I live for True Romance

Native elements subway rail the kind of fire that melts mics to slag horse pale Carbon-fibre nanotube ultra-black solar-sinks and "Boots on Dirt" mode -from Urban Dream Bouldering I live free but live for all of my community I've never been to jail unless you count the modern You and Me Relationship Trapped inside this flatscreen doodling the future into being for shits my giggles is poetry So in so far as I'm a beast, my city's New York in so far as I'm a man, my city is the whole world Fuck that — the planet the scientific place names carved into my veins like the monstrous scars in Granite Stone Mountain in whose shadow I learned to rap from Outkast mixtapes with triple-six second halves Now I speak proper I swear I'm never going back except to see moms and dad tell 'em I'm a Harvard grad With a hundred problems, a couple thousand good books you can't judge 'em though by the covers' many good looks later means shook heads like no, I wanted something else and ain't that just the problem from the bottom of this empty well I only see the sun at high noon when the whole blue whites out like winter up in Cambridge at my girl's house looking for an Uber wondering if my wife doubts that I will really metamorph somehow into the safe route Well it turns out I don't do stable so well but quantum foam buoys up these rhymes like a seaswell dwell amid the chaos until tossed onto the furthest shore with truest love and tenure on my arm but still I'd want some more Yeah, I really know how not to pick a winner Love stable as a waterfall in a black hole finna chance an avalanche last until the next snow Only regret: every moan wasn't captured on video Even so 'nother chance 'nother dance like we don't know that we can't dance doesn't bother us, George when he hold the lance Cid with the sword Miyamoto with the orb Me? The mic's weapon no exceptions every war stopped well in advance cuz I'd rather peel pants off your girl live world-like summers out in France Amsterdam the mangrove forest nearest Singapore mixing KL beats under a horrorcore rant like Y'all chicken-parm I'm truffles out in Marseille accompanied by lab-grown alligator filet Never keep a briefcase I wrote this on the Iphone think about the one I lost to truly cut my heart in four She endured it all but the fact I wrote about us these pages like cached ammo that I shoot up at the moon and every tone timed to explode so beastly I'm primed to upfuck the whole planet on replay We're behind the school in loose blue caps and gowns talking 'bout the changes that we'll make when we run this town Until then enjoy these 1990s loyal friend and I will do the future with my metaphoric royal pen Years go by my nights reserved for calm fights the life I want comes and goes in waves like a flashlight in a basement but I feel high no drugs, but mind flying the only time it settles is on the queue to Coney Island To be blunt: I just don't know how to want the same as more rings are given to be welded on to Time's cage Last ring gets her on the line fine, dry, high voice like a specter, clutching my curved spine - hello? I'm high as fuck on sleeping pills and what was it I wanted? oh, right, to tell about her about the heating bill let me pay it when we live together in a dream for many years until [we're] forgetful shrunken husks dissolving in steam - what? I'm I'm high as fuck - my man's right here Ok, but did he hear the truth that poisons every ear: I'm way legit I got skills to split and I wanna co-dwell back in Brooklyn without the fear that the end is nigh I want you tonight in the next Time's Eternity you know I'm right And then the phone goes dead And the last thing I knew? I end up alone, staring up forever at that empty blue from the aforementioned well-end it's not an ending just a chapter-break and push send to tell Helen that her face launches mad ship I can't believe I used to get mad this girl's grip on mortal minds Now I am another thrall armored up to batter Illian into so much bad karma

The stiffness at my collar reminds me of the museum's plastic button granting access today's color is orange Reminds me of me and you Who would almost every weekend Walk down these hallowed hallways Tell me again what it was for So I can find divine wisdom Bag it up in some sentences Bring it back down to Brooklyn On a Green Train #4 Like a chariot I'm Iscariot Giving up on a good thing My humanness all too human This admission rubbed worse than raw Even though we all saw it coming Heard the humming and the crackling The wind as the missileheads finally torched the Earth Even though we tried hard as diamonds And went against grain like pirates I pity us Entrap'ed by similar human flaws The sky cracks The diamond cracks Pandora's back With boxes from Ikea Even this rhyme jumps tracks Like a runaway subway animate Running on legs with [mechoface (?)] Running away from my mistakes As well as the surgeon's saw Goodbye own leg Goodbye own heart I'm crawling Back down this pyramid Open chest [polic ?] arteries And outta that wound Hope that what crawls Alloweth me to finally figure out "what is this art all about?" That I've clawed for thirty years into journals even if weeping the speed of my evolution that leaves me completely teethless I hope you somehow forgive me if centuries pass forgive me I'll purchase your triptychs triple the auction price cause I mean it I'm mean and I know it even to accuse you of a meanness that's simply honesty showed I'm rich with a broke-ass heart Hobbled up from the start by two left hooves and only the skills of a poet in a world overgiven to old farts Trying they best to live together like bees and plants only I live for True Romance excellence hobbled by chance Excellence trapped in every step Excellence caught beneath my breath by someone else's odor and liquor what can I show for it? More than a plastic button my first fail give me onions and buckets of nails all I deserve to eat my blood gone pale as ghosts haunting modernist galleries your strokes after me painting upon eyes already tearblinded and watering Painting one last portrait of us changing into wolverines No, honey, don't touch they sick as ugly rust on metal I'll level with you: I called this over a year ago Never thought it would be this way Anyway Life stays sick as fate and few cures 'cept it turns to more seasons I burn the seeds completely to unmeet the cause of my heart's treason