Ceaseless

If the world warned me about you I wouldn't give a fuck see
Because nobody ever warned the world about me
Meanwhile every firebomb I release should come with an APB

Or at least Cliff's Notes unto Volume III!
I just riff to provoke, my gift invokes

From a whiff of smoke I rip past pushing the envelope
For different strokes, my brush is soaked
In mass consciousness of folks

Steaming through rhymes,
Bumping tracks to roll...
But between the lines?

Something tracks me whole
When everything seems fine?

Something preys
Brushing off rage
The Nothing Stage

I flow lucid to drop shit
So the apposition of my opposite
Is no movement.

The frozen point,
Where nobody's ever chosen to join
Where gradually all gravity pulls

Consumes all reality and STILL it isn't full!
Black holes track souls

Infinite Maw, wanted to finish who's most raw
Diminish my jaw, said “I'll give you infinite life, da!”
If you'll roll the dice, your soul so nice can be divided and sliced!”

I hacked and guffawed

“CAVEAT EMPTOR!
Have at that some more!
Gabbing fast, graphic pour

Of liquified clear memes
Into idea-streams

Stances burning liberated and wary
Each tangent returns like tributaries

Tight-felt whirled breath sense
Like the Delta of the Fertile Crescent
That's the world's breadth hence!

So the bloody roll of my muddy soul
Yields a failure of sale, even to a black hole!

Go try for a sale that's pure
Run barefoot without wailing from burrs
Like some frail cur!

Tales endure, transforming art
Warming hearts like whale fur
Scorning starts and I rail and grrr....!

Why ever jail the Joker?
Fuck Arkham Asylum! On a lark, just fry him!
He'll just fly again, try his spin

Trail allures, entails a lure
Like the indiscreet street achievement
Of a full rail car burner!

Don't cash the J, smoke yearns to invoke learners
Vast spray, toke until the roach clip is warmer
Seeing patterns scattering from the ash-pail turner

Busting Code rocks, when I flow hot, SO...
Truss up your sails, don't rush for your mail, sir!
Should've used a robot! Fire and nails injure...

Unveil what I stir, never bail when I infer,
Untethered what I inter, never flail or murmur
Females purr when I impale her!

Apple ale I prefer, hailstorm whirr...
Snappy, dapper maelstrom
Never fails to firebomb!

Dropping more feral darts,
Chopping lore like Tarot Cards,
Desire strong so I slide through narrow parts
Wired to Falun Gong, I ride hard, ride on!”