Hopefully you can tell I'm under the influence of Canibus
"Truth is"
Truth is I write history as the victor,
prior to Adam, Eve, and biblical scriptures,
Wondering nebulae before my breath hindered
And Earth was nothing but a supernova splintered.
Walking with Grimaldi's taking pictures,
Settling at the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers
Turning trash to treasure before the last dinner
Sending man to hell before the word sinner
Subjugating man before the word n****r
Spacing out my mind before blunts and swishers
Going behind enemy line's before Remote viewer's
Marveled for rhymes before Golden Age spitters
Trialed for my strength before Baseball hitters
But more importantly for being a winner,
conquering over the prior victor,
Erasing his-story cus man is the only in control,
Woman but pawns in this game of literature being told
Concluding the never-ending, disassembled tale of life you can't figure.
Didn't expect any less from a beginner, that which I've configured.
"Random 2wo"
That's your girl? I'll smash your face in,
Cause bone displacements in every single location
Take a vacation with your fine Haitian,
Rock her world, have the Richter scale shaking
She's not complaining, she's complacent
Knocking off tapestries for the occasion,
Ditch her, walk onto the street pavement.
Magnitude 10 waves creating, radiating
A feat. never seen before, you're not mistaken
My sight that of Aztecs or Japanese Asians
As I'm pacing, a Serpent god with native
tongues transcending languages, barriers breaking
Spitting diction archaic, their brain's large spaces
Void of temporal lobes no shit they lost in translation
But I think they got my thought of ultimatum
Hands are pitchforks, my heart the node of Satan
Now back to homework.
