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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
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Confiteor
02:06
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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.
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Autopoetic
02:30
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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
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Dialogic Architecture
04:56
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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
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Left Unsaid
02:20
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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
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