BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- jog to the kiosk where a dude with frostbitten palms from a crossfit box says he saw a wallet fall
- dog gnawing a sock by a Mazda with fog lights that turn on every time the exhaust pops off
- a log of disastrous memoirs that scrawl like they’re authored by lost pricks who fought off exhaustion
- with long walks through malls with no water, and all for a wallet that probably dropped
- when i stopped to unscrew the cap on a bottle of baja blast at a pump, been dumpin the trunk
- mustard and crust on my dunks and i’m thumping percussion, disruptin your buddies with punches
- huddled with a budget of nothing, uppcercut buzzing like i snuck in with bundles of it
- busting through bunkers with bundles of luggage like it was just coming from under the shuttle
- gunning like Rucker, disruption like plumbing in gutters, your company’s cluttered with puppets
- i’m up in the function, you’re like a bus with no muffler, i rush it and jump it, I’m dumping a dozen under a cover
- from summer editions I tucked in the cupboard, i’m just in a tunnel combusting, dumping your bundles
- and turning your verses to nothing but mulch in a bucket, I’m hungry like Bundy on runs from the public
- and hundreds of others who suffered huddled in rusted out huts in the gutters, you stumble
- nothing but mumbling customs, stubs in a duffel that bust at the bottom like butter, it’s sudden
- structured destruction, you just another who sucks, motherfucker, keypad’s dented and sticky with jelly
- the smell hit me heavy, a bucket of pennies left under a chevy that hadn’t moved in like maybe centuries
- the guest manual was edited by someone petty with no empathy, don’t unplug the router, don’t pet Jeffrey
- the bedding was shredded, the headboard was nailed to the wall with what looked like spare keys
- and the TV was mounted crooked above a dead plant in a crate that held pepsi
- stood in the kitchenette next to a kettle, a set of mugs that smelled like celery, lemon seltzer fell over and hit the tub of jelly
- which was labeled Jeff’s and yes, Jeff was apparently the same thing I wasn’t supposed to pet
- you maneuvered through this like a dude who just googled shit, the truth is I bruised ya
- lyrically, you’re the dude in the booth that the engineer muted on cue, your debut was reviewed as a fluke
- flew through your whole feud like a news crew in a zoo shoot, i’m immune, ruin your whole attitude
- you snapped like a bad bracket at March Madness, tryin’ to act like your track matched what I’m packing
- but you panicked when I landed in a Cadillac with a flask and a Jackrabbit hat from a gas station
- half masked with a hand drawn map of your last path and a camera that captured your panic attack
- in the back of a cab while your apple maps app lagged, i handle attacks like a master mechanic dismantling chassis
- with hammers attached to her ankle straps, i flattened your package and shipped it with tracking
- stamped it in caps and then handed it back, i’m past you like laps around racetracks
- and mascots in trash bags, i’m slashing your chances like scratch offs, smashing it in the gravel
- with backlash while they yell trash that, hand slap like Madden pass stats, i’m that fast
- blasting you with a gas mask and a backpack at a back alley lab with a wax dummy standing for rap class
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