Knock-Outs

Ain’t no such thing as cheap trust.
But if you bust up to me you can catch cheap justice!

Sleep under dust of Fukushima.
Juke your dreams cleaner.
Sit in and check over.

Loki’s the reflector behind your shoulder.
Reverse spin the record your soul rolls.
Stages of dreams shift.

Pages in between are rifts.
Born an alleycat; this mage has the means,
My gift?

Sifting clean on the shifting scenes,
Where the mist sheens and the veil uplifts
Is where the throne sits.

My dome fits the crown but I’m hyper, no shit.
I don’t just sit down!
So I’ll NEVER KNOW if my ass fit the chair?

But I’m as fast as this world is unfair.
So I never took the seat,
But one look and on my feet

I shook loose the bolts.
I hooked the beat and vibrated the throne loose.
Escaped with the stolen legacy.

Calling jests like Wally West,
Aghast with tricks of the Flash.
Licks don’t get past geek shit,

Just stack tactical feats
With science tricks.
Back the lines up quick.

Hold the line.
Bold flurry.
Cold as Blind Fury.
Re-set my cred. Never blurry.
Every time those ahead can be sure of me.
Never sold out my mind.
Hold the line.

To this I mold my mind.
Backrhyme this track to the lick
Back the lines up quick.

Warrior Scholar of every crew I ever picked
Since I was a little bit!

As old as 9.
Re-folded my own mind.
Re-express stress.
From violent fits.
To a wily blitz.
Miles gained every time I aimed
And found the spot to kick.
Styles range from climbing again
Every round starts by topping slick
The far Edge of Domain of Brain Tricks
Over the Hedge unrestrained I flip
Bounce back from the ledge into the mix,
Trounce steady dread spit, unwrit
Hell’s Broadcasting Station is Awaiting Me
Satan’s hedging bets, of 666
Bullion bricks
I misled him, left the devil up shit crick.
He wasn’t on the level of my legerdemain flicks
But he was buzzing from me meddling with his shit
Peddling my licks, he was ahead of the pack
And had a headful of gak for my blast.
Leveled his scope at the core of my facets
Beveled like stained glass
I reveled in how long it could last.
I wasn’t blind to his kind of battle.
I had a mind for time travel.
Unwinded the map to roll.
Cartographers make the best palaver.
A modifier is the best pal to hold over.
I knew it was odds against, that I’d fly forever.
It’s always odds against, whenever.
Whatever I start see.
That’s what MAKES me Loki of Literati.
Never choke on an oddity,
But invoke every part of me,
To what awoke like when I stroked your mom’s naughties,
Animus span to trust,
Span so raw, of anima,
I hear it growing,
Spirit flowing
Spherically showing,
A hole in my own paranoia.

No fear of capping out
My rap clout, from overattack.
No slack, I’m devout.

Infinite more rants missed me.
Unlimited score, can’t physically
Max-out lyrically.

Cause black outs are black time.
I talk of clout because I don’t fear pain.
I hear every drop of rain.

Get knocked out; get near to your game.
Neither here nor there, but only your name.
It’s not a blue crime, to get KÓ’d.

It’s YOU TIME, a place only you know.
Choke out, tap out, black out,
Spoke out, rap out, stack what you’re about

Come back and and it’s like Buddha spins.
Every coulda’ been
Buried in the places within

The graceful no-place you were in.
It’s not scary hell, it’s parallel universes you were facing.
If it doesn’t bother you to follow through?

It didn’t bother me to meet brother me’s
From some other we’s,
From another see.

Don’t know what’s the matter mon cheri,
Just that when they come to bag me
There’ll be a mass tragedy!

Balls out to fly above enemies.
Call outs that show plenty.
All those bent with me?
Stall out like that guy who drove Kennedy!