Social Glue

This is the evolution of rhyme!
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!

Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!

I flow to mend, slick when I speak
Sick inside
Like Snowden and WikiLeaks
Switching sides
Quick to vibe, fit to ride
Showing again to mix on my feet

Busting prose amounts?
To plans laid in every statement.
But close only counts?
In hand grenades and radiation!

So I HAVE to touch the heart
Of every matter my art patters.
Underneath the scenes is the cleaning.
If you run the machinery your value is eternal.
So why do community project prospects never turn to gold?

The deliveries. The means to keep your living at ease.
The busted trucks. Maintained by fiends and hard-dreamers.
Tough on their luck.
Steaming through forgotten stories.

No gleam of glory.
Just rot and worry.
No time to lean.
Burning minds yearning for cream.

Unconcerned fatcat yuppie bitches,
Sheltered suburban princesses,
Trust-fund pansies, grown children,
Sworn to fit a given image

Because those blithering primitives
Never learned right. Conformist sell-out parasites!
Or earned the miles of paper to which they’re entitled.
No capers to switch, no wary wiles

No wagers when you miss, scared of my smile
You fake jacks know who you are!
Diverting attention with the groove of your piety
Vermin descending, useless to society!

And so devoid of protective traits for defense’s stance
You avoid the collective fate of those spent, no chance
To check your state of sense against a real man’s hands.
Post-Apocalyptic utility defines your REAL role on the totem pole!    

This is the evolution of rhyme!
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!

Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!

Your worth is not defined by the cost and station of your occupation.
If it wasn’t for our kind, on the spot, making the gears move?
If it wasn’t for power to find, faking after fears proved?
If the gutter caste and upper half was fast and aware
Of the utter ass-hat-act anomaly of class warfare?

It isn’t a dismiss-able action. It’s divisible distraction!
When family core loyalty slayed the malarkey
Of serving the power-arc?
This was handled for royalty when matriarchy
Was purged to scour ANY part!

Of looking at what matters.
What’s real. What was always known.
Instead there’s brooking a race to scatter
Motivation and self-creation  from the dome.
Slowing those who make their OWN oasis location.

Fuck the basis of that playlist!
They marginalize the natural ways that feast your wishing
With the path of least resistance!
But I’m on a mission, loaded to draw!

So what lasts past the listening?
To the subtle hissing of the cobra?
I don’t bray my wrath or pray to change the past.
I spray facts! And I say all that--

On my flayed bliss just to say this:

“Music, games, noetic sciences,
Poetic licenses, radio, free plays and shows,
Spiritual visions, empirical religions,
Were all factioned into rubble

Made fashionable on the double
Collapsed into something…
Accessible…          …sanitized,
Marketable…          …with hands over eyes,

Each act was adapted.
Into something that could be flogged.
Packaged. Good dog!”

--Yuppies are a Social Disease- Loki is the Remedy

If you can self-elucidate
Self-educate and disrupt shit
When you uplift?
You can carve your OWN path.

It’s the splarging zone that holds you back
It was never a habit to replace with subtext and lies
Better to see past the status race with the next guy
Success isn’t defined by others

You’re blessed when you accept
The Divine as your lover
Build your own place
Outwill and race to first

Fill with grace your own space
Within the omniverse, spin a comedy burst
A weightless dance
I stake only what I make from my hands.

I strafe from my stance.
All those who took the safe chance.
In this zone I’m prone to stand alone.
Because I manned up to steal the throne!

This is the evolution of rhyme!
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!

Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!

Comb the endless reaches of rend to ruckus beaches
For detailed parts, entailed into my art, wiring into psalms
That educate, elucidate and bomb leaving only a hole!
Prone to stand alone. And I’m well known to bust a roll.

What you heard gleaming often?
Interred between beats stopping?
Was the stir of feats stomping!
Buzzing disturbed soul NEVER misses what you dismiss!

Scouring the hidden is what survivors fit in common.
Hack a roll because our whole condition exists from the status quo wishlist.
Empowering for a system to be toppling!
I aspire like a battle-nerd, because I desire for words!

To open to scrutiny, hope and opportunity.
FUCK COPING I know the tune of pandering condescension.
Scampering away the unmentioned.
I wasn’t ever pampered so now I’m intense to bomb.

I aspire like a battle-nerd, because I desire for words:
To pop clues, rattle and disturb, get higher, ESCAPE the herd!
Drop the truth, so cattle and herbs can NEVER REPLACE what I dispersed!

This is the evolution of rhyme!
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!

Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!