PEER INTO THE MIND OF A PARIAH…

Counterfeit – Complex Skepsis

Every one of your fake accounts rides my BIC,
your all plugged in tethered like appliances.
Feeding off my energy the synergy is high,
I’m finding small discrepancies within the circle -LIES

You’ll probably comment this piece of prose,
lovin the hell out of it to avoid being exposed.
Ghetto Soul Clones in a meadow of fake gold,
get a constant beat like techno and wrapped up like egg rolls…

GET THE MSG?

That don’t stand for MESSAGE…
And I’m not planning peace…
Your not gaining leverage…
Or a percentage of anything…

Your superficial additives aren’t adding any flavor,
I’ll dissect your lines in layers player now call out for your savior.

You disgrace the sacred parchment acting like its basic paper.
You underestimate my shade of darkness, act like I’m a failure.

In time we’ll see just who gets what,
the cigar or the butt.
Who’s poetry will rise above,
and who’s stuck in the rut.

Your performance was so animated,
Fox within the Hens…
Now we all watch the closing lock,
for a permanent box where time is spent.

I remember the conversation,
every single one who was fake like a snitch you named ’em.
Molded their movement like claymation,
Frame by frame to test my patience.

You think your being sneaky
I see you miles out
why cant you just (B-..E-..Z-..)
AND SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH

I Know Why-

Cause you define a few words and you gotta keep your rep-
Disturbed
Perturbed
Hurt
&
Merc’d
THEN LYRICALLY BEAT TO DEATH

DEFINE THIS:

Stool Pigeon
&
Crippled Olympian

…COMBINE THE TWO…

NOW YOU GOT A RAT WHO CANT JUMP THROUGH HOOPS

?SO WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?