pedigree

came back snapping like Thanos when half the planet vanished and Banner ran shit in a gamma lab

adapt to it like a patch on a jacket pinned to a crash test mannequin, expand like an archivist handin back maps to Atlantis

i’m stackin this like an avalanche, and a past tense flashback to a blast from a plasma cannon

last name flashing in black on a half page ad in a cracked cafe napkin, had a camp in a sand patch in nazareth

and handed me the last draft annotated, i stand where the traction is, my rap’s been tracked, i draft and blast like I’m Stafford with the rams again

span axes with the sample racks or a fashion intern with the tags intact and the hands to patch the mannequins

i’ve been tapped for half the tracks that you fan from a trap page, can’t stand straight after the playback slaps your diaphragm

and collapses half your abdomen, i’ve had plaques shipped wrapped in an amazon package that landed late

still hand signed from the admin staff at the backend plant with a hand drawn thank you banner

had sandwich wraps in a back booth, handin’ me wax from the last batch, i’m hazardous, accurate

a scanner's brain, scan landscapes and collapse delay like I’m madlib tappin’ breaks in a lab in a flat with a snack tray

i’m past panic, like a sat map branded and a gal with a trap pad packed with a jazz band blastin

crashin in like I backed a Benz into an aspen fence in a fast lane panicked, then laughed it off

and ran it back for a brand campaign with Anthony Fantano as the brand ambassador

and a jazz stack in a backpack, i’ve had chats at Snap where they gas my name, ran past average and tagged up that

with a cap and a standing clap, i brandish facts while they backtrack and half react like a fanbase that’s

mad that the band ain’t back, but I can’t placate with that, navigatin’ like a plate through a back alley shack with a cam attached

steadily checkin the settings on everything sent to me, rented Airbnb next to a speedway

where the tenant left celery in the blender and a seven piece speaker set labeled emergency

while i tested the preamp energy, don’t need to pretend to be the pedigree when i’m already embedded in everything

separately pitched me identity edits in templates, and i still kept recepits like a petty mc with a spreadsheet of deadbeats

meddle with enemies, level up steadily while they wrestle with jealousy, mentally bent on whatever piece

gets them mentions on threads, leveled with senators, credited medically by the messengers

eleven competitors then fed up with every fake ted-a-verse trend I see, a set went through the vents

competitors desperately begging for empathy, sent with a sense of dependency, said “respectfully”

then I gently delete and get back to the centerpiece, mentioned my tone wasn’t for a sponsored post with a dental piece

next to a centipede keychain engraved with the letter pressed heavily with obscene weaponry

i’ve seen jealousy with a sense of neccessity, prepped with delivery, tested in empathy

lectured by entities that eventually begged me to center the tempo and lessen the edge of the messaging

i’m years ahead of these pests though, stretchin the sense of a sentence just to pretend to be clever

settings where seven degrees of memory separate sentiment from supremacy, and I still rep steadily

pen prepped with a sense of telepathy, i move like a mentally freed entity checking the recipe line by line

next to a mezzanine, i’ve seen every key, less than effective attempt to pretend they connect to me