Before and After, War and Laughter

If you're the one in the group with fast wit?
I suggest your ass QUITS!

Past disturbed and blasting the borders of dreams
So I only run with Alpha Nerds, WarriorScholars and Queens
Blowing control and set to show my blue soul
Because a true roll comes from growing every due role!

Fully accept yourself and everyone else's steps dealt?
Suddenly seem to collect similar inner chambers felt
Born to be indiscreet with mad rage
Formed into the complete package

Street magic, bleed what's graphic
Between the sheets a freak, sweet and savage
Elite and elastic, unfolding feats...

Strolling because my feet follow the curse
Of a Hollow Earth beat...
Allow me to hurdle confusion
For that allusion that peeped...

Reaped from files that deep in my style
Recompile for a spry dump
And fly over chumps like
Admiral Byrd: Project Highjump!

Hurts when I crimp my rollin'
But it releases the pressure—head swollen
To disperse simple what I'm holding...

Mercenary Minstrel isn't just a bold one...
His curse told him to run...
Soldier through statements
To blow through over-information

No joke, what I provoke as Loki...
I over-learned too much shit!

Comedown:

Set to turn my lid for what I burned to bits
Learned even as a wet-eared kid
To breach the gates and reach the places
Where beaches were re-located as rich oases!

I admired the sunset peaches on private beaches
So even these days I beseech past what I preach
The path of my Beast?
I'll seek elements of grace in a mental place otherwise out of reach!

It's not achieving a challenge
It's believing that balance
Can clear every Palace

Slinging tracks, talent bringing back like ballasts
Swinging to devour every bit, stinging as the foulest in this!

Crawling over the wall of Shambhala!
Looting sparks, using those parts boosted on a lark
To go stark-naked, head in
Parachute after dark into Heaven!

Learn the Lost Science as well
Overturn the Frost Giants' Well
Discern the cost of that alliance to Hell!
Now frozen over like the heart of Rumsfeld!

That bitch lied, switching sides like Yojimbo
So I'll skim into Limbo
Remake it, spin and go
Limbo isn't erased, just races itself into stasis!

Then scurry for more glory
Hurry without worry, into Purgatory
To purge those stories!
Spilling mulch into shit

A million indulgences
Boost the cure, re-starting a zillion futures
Like Martin Luther!
That's the monk, not MLK

Though I got the Good Doctor's Way elevated as well for sure!

Rocking the blur and blazing
Stocking pearls into Zazen
Extended Zen off the brow
Chopping layers of koans with Occam's Razor

Riddles to wrath
What bits last?
Are whittled fast
Into the Middle Path

Endow the Tao
With rays of Kismet
Like The Te of Piglet

I never tried to figure shit
Just let my amygdala get with it
Ripping til I hit the skids

Minstrel of mud spins what the world hid
Menstrual blood on my dinner bib
My inner sinner spirit still attached to a sacrificed rib?
My inner kid?

Is blessed to clear a blitz
Still spirited, empirically fearless and shit
Bumping frets every minute

For which I never needed credit
Because my name isn't the Federal Fucking Banks
Before I ever learned to write right

I left my mark on piers and bridges at night
I've claimed, renamed enough cred for one life
It's a'ight!

But to set a righteous fight: What gets me tight and lit?
Fills my clips and tickles my lips like the trembling of the clit
Sending me to fits, churning out both tips!

Set to turn my lid for what I burned to bits
Learned even as a wet-eared kid
To breach the gates and reach the places
Where beaches were re-located as rich oases!

I admired the sunset peaches on private beaches
So even these days I beseech past what I preach
The path of my Beast?
I'll seek elements of grace in a mental place otherwise out of reach!