MIRACLES

I keep my poetica perpendicular to Horace literature

Intertwined with the Christ’s divine curricular

The minds a mine full of dull knives and blurred Pulitzers

Asiatic prominence, providence-spitting opulence

Mixed with Christopher Wallace spinning from my esophagus

Higher than obelisks, higher than common sense

You just common cents, come in your sense

Calm in your senses, calm your incentives

Infested, dented by the bombs I presented

Topology of the Universe becomes senseless

When my anthology in every verse is then projected

You’re back? I sciatica nerve pinch your existence

Psych-attack a verse meant for the certain instance

The swine catcher, spine snatcher, mind of matter

Leave you light-fractured, rhyme magic, abracadabra

I capture your muscles, make your tissue rapture

What issues at matter, kill you, kiss you after

Miss you, then laughter, rappers I eat on platters

That’s trappers and cappers, skinny or fatter

I’m Jenny with the flavour, I gave her Henny

Craigslist’s recipes, gum flappers become many

Some pasture-esque Rhymers don’t rise without me

Like I’m yeast, I’m a beast and I tackle over beats

Like dishes of fishes that came from the see

Over the heads like a seesaw at its peak

More sober I get the more deep-off the end I speak

 

Never would’ve I thought I’d have to battle hogs

Forever pushin’ outta beefs like I’m a cattle prod

37 poetic classics gasping from my catalog

Dirty reverends snatching young gals and dogs

The womb of the universe is something I handle raw

Pause, locating your dead self through the phantom fog

Cities flicker lights holding up the canned up smog

Not once have I been rattled off

I stay one step ahead of the big steppers that travel lots

This is Moses’ staff going against Pharaoh's rod

The Christ’s nod to the law of King Herod’s jaw

The life of God gnaws on Satan's tariff calls

“Imma tax you for every sin that you do

Make you suicidal for it, that’s my only truth”

I smack the devil with my hand made of faith

Degrade him with a standing ovation from the snakes

I’m a one man great, a one man Run the Jewels

Under the Sun I’m just a Thun tryna shun the fools

Thunderous, under us is the grave of mules

Slaughtered and harboured to death, paid in full

Across the waters, and my breath is made of you

 

I spit the Gospel backwards

Spit the whole narrative with rap words

The sky unzips as Jesus smiles, prestigious

He sees the disciples again and Thomas smiles

Jesus disappears, Thomas doubts with a frown

They run backwards from the tomb, stone rolls in place

The guard steps in front, no tears in his face

The girls plot on seeing the Christ’s grave

Jesus appears in the cross after a few prior days

The heartbeat starts up again and the skies are grey

He speak backwards asking his Father “Why today”

The liquid he drank is vomited back into the rag

The blood becomes moist, back into his skull frag’

He exhales to live, the voice of his mother is loud

The cross is laid on the ground, Jesus sobbing aloud

The nails rise from his hands, he swallows his screams

The metal from his feet are lifted and he’s relieved

The guards saying “messiah the not is he”

They untie him from the cross, let on his feet

He backpedals to the street where the stones were retrieved

The cross falls to the floor, but he’s back up for more

Then again, then again, then he’s back up not sore

He gets put in misery after his sentence was delt

The sun rises from the west, all the whips are felt

The slashes disappear as he walks back from Hell

He gets taken out the hands, in front of the Pilate

Saying “let him be crucified tonight then!”

The people scream “you must make him die, then”

Pilate asking "how's there any evil in this right Man?”

Jesus is grabbed by the hand of Judas

Kissed in the cheek, now Jesus prays ruthless

He gets out of the garden, knowing who’s the sinners

He sits back, he catapults out his dinner

The table roars in fear, Judas has departed

The rumblings dim down, as Jesus started

To speak “one of you will betray me”

Before he broke bread and wine and gave speech

Everything before that was foreshadows and ministries

Jesus getting onlooked by the Pharisees

Goes back and walks on the sea

Peter beneath because he didn’t believe

Everything was because of Adam and Eve

Where the serpent made them bite the fruit, indeed

That’s how my God bleeds

For you, this is true history, believe.